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Unfold Your Own Myth (A Poem by Rumi)

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Too many of us feel like victims…

Irrelevant bystanders to what’s going on in the world.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

You are the star of your own movie. You are your own superhero. Take back your life. Engage in your life fully! Meet each moment with totality! Even the simple moments are infinite reservoirs of wonder!

And in the spirit of that, here’s a beautiful, poetic reminder from none other than Rumi…


Unfold Your Own Myth by Rumi

Who gets up early
to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?

Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Soloman cuts open a fish, and there’s a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow on drop.
Now there’s a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
Suddenly he’s wealthy.

But don’t be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,
lifting.

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This Poem by Rumi is the Best Thing Ever

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I’ve been reading one of Rumi’s poems every morning as a part of my morning routine.

And when I read this one, it completely blew my mind. Here it is…

The Long String by Rumi

The mouse asks the beloved frog,
“Do you know what you are to me? During the day,
you’re my energy for working. At night, you’re my deepest sleep.
But could we be together outside of time as well as inside?

Physically, we meet only at breakfast.
Your absence during the rest of the day enters all of my cravings!
I drink five hundred times too much.
I eat like a bulimic trying to die.
Help me!
I know I’m not worth it,
but your generosity is so vast!

Let your sunlight shine on this piece of dung,
and dry it out, so I can be used for fuel
to warm and light up a bathhouse.

Look on the terrible and stupid things I’ve done,
and cause herbs and eglantine to grow out of them.

The sun does this with the ground.
Think what glories God can make
from the fertilizer of sinning!”

The mouse continues to beg, “My friend,
I know I’m ugly to you.
I’m ugly to me!
I’m perfectly ugly!
But look, you’ll be sad
when I die, won’t you? You’ll sit by my grave
and weep a little?
All I’m asking is,
be with me that little bit of time
while I’m still alive!
Now. I want you now!”

A certain rich man was accustomed to honor a sufi
by giving him pieces of silver.

“Would you like one piece of silver now,
O Lord of my Spirit, or three at breakfast
tomorrow morning?”

The sufi answered,
“I love the half a coin that I already have in my hand
from yesterday more than the promise of a whole one today,
or the promise of a hundred tomorrow.
A sufi is the child of this moment.”

Back to the mouse, who says,
“The slap of Now has cash in its hand. Give me slaps,
on the neck, anywhere!”

Soul of my soul of the soul of a hundred universes,
be water in this now-river, so jasmine flowers
will lift on the brim, and someone far off
can notice the flower-colors and know
there’s water here

“The sign is in the face.” You can look at an orchard
and tell if it rained last night. That freshness
is the sign.

Again, the mouse,
“Friend, I’m made from the ground,
and for the ground. You’re of the water.

I’m always standing on the bank calling to you.
Have mercy. I can’t follow you into the water.
Isn’t there some way we can be in touch?
A messenger? Some reminder?”

The two friends decided that the answer
was a long, a longing!, string, with one end tied
to the mouse’s foot and the other to the frog’s,
so that by pulling on it their secret connection
might be remembered and the two could meet,
as the soul does with the body.

The froglike soul often escapes from the body
and soars in the happy water. Then the mouse body
pulls on the string, and the soul thinks,

Damn, I have to go back on that riverbank and talk
with that scatterbrained mouse!

You’ll hear more about this
when you really wake up, on Resurrection Day!

So the mouse and the frog tied the string,
even though the frog had a hunch some tangling was to come.

Never ignore those intuitions.
When you feel some slight repugnance about doing something,
listen to it. These premonitions come from God.

Remember the story of the military elephant
who would not move toward the Kaaba. Paralyzed
in that direction, yet swift if pointed toward Yemen.
It had some in-knowing from the unseen.

So the prophet Jacob, when his other sons wanted
to take Joseph out in the country for two days,
had a heart-sickness about their going, and it was true,
though divine destiny prevailed, despite his foreboding,
as it will.

It’s not always a blind man who falls in a pit.
Sometimes it’s one who can see.

A holy one does sometimes fall,
but by that tribulation, he or she ascends,
escapes many illusions, escapes
conventional religion, escapes
being so bound to phenomena

Think of how PHENOMENA come trooping
out of the desert of non-existence
into this materiality.

Morning and night,
they arrive in a long line and take over from each other,
“It’s my turn now. Get out!”

A son comes of age, and the father packs up.
This place of phenomena are sliding through us
like ideas through curtain.

They go to the well
of deep love inside each of us.
They fill their jars there, and they leave.

There is a source they come from,
and a fountain inside here.

Be generous.
Be grateful. Confess when you’re not.

We can’t know
what the divine intelligence
has in mind!

Who am I,
standing in the midst of this
thought-traffic?

Truth (A Poem)

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Truth is like a wild animal
An elusive creature
In the inner wilderness of being

Venture there and you might see traces
Venture further and you might hear it
Venture even further and you might catch a glimpse

If truth is hunted, it is no longer truth
If truth is captured and domesticated, it is no longer truth

Those who showcase its dead body claim to have truth
They don’t
Those who have domesticated it claim to have truth
They don’t
Those who have seen pictures claim to know truth
They don’t

Truth cannot be known
Have the courage to venture out into the inner wilderness of being
And maybe
Just maybe
You’ll catch a glimpse

Back to Us (A Poem)

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Life was simpler then
The only device we carried around
Was a game boy pocket
Connect the cord
Trading Pokemon under our desks
Don’t let the teacher see

Oh, we had tv, radio, computers and even portable technology
But it was far from everywhere

All we had to do was step outside
For recess and, though we couldn’t physically leave, we were FREE
Freer than we are today? Maybe

Life wasn’t without stress though
Shyness, nervousness, the fear of not being accepted by our peers

Both the light and the dark sides of tribalism had a hold on us

Sun shining
Imaginations brimming over
Fun and games
Interspersed with sometimes singling out the weak or vulnerable
I’ve been on both sides
More teasing than vicious
Yet still traumatizing for fragile souls

Oh, where do we find solace?
How can I blend the simple joys of childhood
With the small bits of wisdom I’ve gathered since?

There’s no going back
Time spirals in cycles

This time around
On a new layer of the spiral
I reach across the curve of events
Grabbing those simple joys I’ve left behind
For, paradoxically, that will allow me to let go

Somewhere beneath the physicality
Beneath the beliefs and hand-me-down identity
There is a core of being
An indescribable essence that permeates all

Through looking back, we really look within

Family in Flight (A Poem)

family sky poem

This poem just came to me as I was meditating this morning. That’s the beauty of poetry, it’s pure inspiration conveyed through the language of the heart.

The theme here is family as a catalyst for personal growth. We’re all here to support each other. And essentially we’re all family.

Family in Flight (A Poem)

Went from a fist full of drugs*
To blissful with hugs
From sister to cuz
Never missin’ the love
Through the mist with my bruv**
All our missions are tough
Momma listens to us
With beneficent trust
Meet me father (farther)
Into the gust
Spreadin’ wings
The wind is whiskin’ us up


Notes:

*”Fist full of drugs” refers to always holding a beer (alcohol is legal drug). It’s also a reference to a closed fist, signifying being closed-off and stressed/holding tension. Stress is basically a drug epidemic in our society. Plus, “fist full f drugs” just sounds good as something to rhyme with.

**Bruv is slang for brother.

I hope you enjoyed that poem and it inspired you in some way.

One last thing: tell someone you love them today.

Much love.

– Stevie P!

 

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The Blossom of Femininity

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The dance of the yin and yang, feminine and masculine energy, has always been of great interest to me.

What adds to the intrigue is how imbalanced these energies have been throughout history (his-story). The shadow side of the masculine has dominated and controlled, suppressing the feminine and relegating femininity to its own shadows.

Since society doesn’t provide us with ideal versions of these energetic archetypes to put into practice, we must create our own.

This is why I’ve been exploring and defining my own version of masculinity. And in doing so, one word seems to exemplify masculine, or yang energy: Giving.

Helping, serving and supporting are all expressions of this true masculine/yang energy characterized by the spirit of giving. This interpretation of the divine masculine can take many forms, giving any type of love, helping someone in any way, material giving, the giving of undivided attention, emotional support (a shoulder to lean on)…etc. This kind of giving is unconditional and from a place of compassion, not fear-based or done in a “strings attached” manner.

A major role of this true, giving masculine, in my opinion, is to provide a safe space for the divine feminine to thrive. A strong masculine energy rooted in love can give femininity, not only within women but also within men, a safe place to fully express itself and blossom. This is not possible with the assault of domination and control from the shadow masculine, which suppresses and squashes the fruits of femininity. The divine masculine must support the growth of the divine feminine (not work against it) in order for humanity to live more harmoniously. Our world urgently needs the blossoming of femininity and its defining qualities like intuition, creativity, holistic thinking, compassion and cooperation.

In the spirit of this topic, these concepts are far better conveyed in more feminine, poetic language than masculine, hyper-rational prose. That’s why I’ll leave you with a poem…

The Blossom of Femininity

Too often we’ve seen the shadows
Masculine
Dominant and violent
Feminine
Deceptive and vain

Forgive the fear
It’s time we embody the archetypes
Through the incarnation of love

Giving
Is the essence of masculinity
The masculine must serve the feminine
For the dance of duality to flow
Not a servant-to-master dependence
But out of the free spirit of giving
The strength of providing
Providing space for the feminine to blossom
Providing safety for the feminine to express

Just as the sun shines its light unconditionally
Ever-giving energy to Gaia
Our light must shine the same
Unyielding and unconditional
Nurturing intuition
Cultivating compassion
Harvesting harmony
To engender the flowering of the heart
And see humanity in bloom

 

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The Visionary’s Creed

This is for the new wave of hard workers, everyone out there grinding towards their vision, not someone else’s. All of the self-starters, hustlers, artists, entrepreneurs, this is dedicated to you to help you keep going. Ultimately, these words are just a confirmation of what you already know deep down; that you’re living your truth.

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I know what I want
I know how to get there
They may think differently
But I know me

Doubt arises
I set it aside
I know in my heart
That I’m walking in the direction of my truth

I see my vision
Crystal clear clarity
I meet it with persistence
Bringing dreams into reality

Fear grabs a hold of me
I hug it with courage
It fades back into illusion
Propelled by my truth
I keep moving

The path may be difficult
The road may be rough
Obstacles will present themselves
Unforeseen challenges may delay me
And my route may shift
But that’s a part of the pilgrimage
The challenge is where the magic is

It’s not about where I end up
It’s about who I become through the journey
More of myself

 

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Here’s Why You Don’t Understand Zen Poetry

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Much of Zen Buddhism is purposely paradoxical and riddled with absurdities.

Its purpose is not to get you to think, but to get you to NOT THINK. The ludicrous language that often characterizes Zen poetry is designed to shatter your egoic, conceited notions of knowing, well, anything. This leaves you in a state of what Zen Master Seung Sahn calls “don’t know mind,” or a mind that is still, clear and free of preconceived ideas.

Just as you cannot see your eyes or bite your teeth, you cannot use your mind to examine your mind. Many Zen teachings are crafted (often in hilarious ways) to bring your perspective beyond your mind, so it’s not meant to be understood in the rigid, logical sense.

Seung Sahn, whose teachings are featured in the phenomenal book Dropping Ashes on the Buddha, has some of my favorite Zen poetry. Here’s a taste…

Zen Poetry

What is Buddha?
“Three pounds of flax”
“Dry shit on a stick”
I don’t understand these words
The infant is sucking on his toes

 

I traced the steps of the cow that has been long forgotten
Having caught the harness
I hope you will ride on the cow
Playing the flute with no holes
And enter your home village
Where flowers bloom in the spring

 

Good and evil have no self nature
Holy and unholy are empty names
In front of the door is the land of stillness and quiet
Spring comes, grass grows by itself

 
And here’s some of my own zen-style poetry (from my book Primordial Reflections)…
 

An autumn day
A walk outside
Smile, golden retriever

 

A zippery tandem
A tippery zife
Yeah that was random
But so is life


 

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New Beginnings and Endless Endings

A poem…

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New beginnings and endless endings
Infinitely dancing
In a bittersweet twist
Of co-created fate

An ever-evolving cloud of possibility
Recycling existence
Ceaselessly raining new life

Drops diving into the ocean of eternity
Both infinitesimal and inconceivably meaningful
For the ocean is but a union
A union of individual drops

Rippling through the timeless now
Touching the deepest aspect of self
Subtly reminding us
Of our shared essence

 

A Game of Shadows

I’ve been noticing many hidden subtleties in both nature and myself lately. One must acknowledge the shadow aspects (or “the dark side”) within everything in order to realize wholeness. With that being said, here’s a piece of poetry I wrote…

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Day and night are a tide of shadows

Nighttime is defined by shadows
Even the horizon
The Earth itself
Becomes a gigantic shadow

Sunrise is the great reducer of shadows
High noon is shadowless
Sunset is the great grower of shadows

Expansion and contraction
A continuous dance

Life is an interplay of shadows

Hidden aspects of self
Beautiful blind spots
Highlighted by awareness

Do not denounce the shadows
They exist to provide perspective
Allowing us to see

The sun still shines
Yet we find ourselves
In a grand game of shadows