Juggling What is Real

Juggling What Is Real

How do we determine what is real?

When we look around, our senses tell us 

what is perceivable 

by our physical body.

Science tells us what we perceive is only a small portion of the available information flowing all around us. 

Then, when we turn inward, there is a cacophony of voices and urges flowing thru us. Thoughts, emotions, reactions, chemicals, hormones, alternate versions of ourselves that we allow to be fed with imagination. 

Imagination...

So intangible, yet the source from which all tangible things are inspired. 

Go deep, ask your heart, what is real. What has meaning, apart from the meaning we bestow?

What is Real?

Today's Sacred Poetry Share explores these ideas...to inspire you, to imagine a new reality. Create the world you want to live in. Don't know how? Think you don't have the resources? All you need to do is envision yourself living in the world you want to live in. Feel the feeling of the you that lives there. Be that you, thru and thru, until your vibration is nothing but the pure you. You will shift from creating that future you to simply being that future you, in the moment. Then, in this world that is all vibrations, all molecules moving, where the universal law is like attracts like...then that you that is vibrating in the moment will draw to it that visionary world of your dreams, and you will notice all at once, you are immersed in it.

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One Who Is Real Is Humble

To be real on this path you must be humble —

If you look down at others you’ll get pushed down the stairs.

If your heart goes around on high, you fly far from this path.

There’s no use hiding it —

What’s inside always leaks outside.

Even the one with the long white beard, the one who looks so wise —

If he breaks a single heart, why bother going to Mecca?

If he has no compassion, what’s the point?

My heart is the throne of the Beloved,

the Beloved the heart’s destiny:

Whoever breaks another’s heart will find no homecoming

in this world or any other.

The ones who know say very little

while the beasts are always speaking volumes;

One word is enough for one who knows.

If there is any meaning in the holy books, it is this:

Whatever is good for you, grant it to others too —

Whoever comes to this earth migrates back;

Whoever drinks the wine of love

understands what I say —

Yunus, don’t look down at the world in scorn —

Keep your eyes fixed on your Beloved’s face,

then you will not see the bridge

on Judgment Day.

by Yunus Emre

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Waiting

You keep waiting for something to happen,
the thing that lifts you out of yourself,

catapults you into doing all the things you’ve put off
the great things you’re meant to do in your life,

but somehow never quite get to.

You keep waiting for the planets to shift

the new moon to bring news,

the universe to align, something to give.

Meanwhile, the pile of papers, the laundry, the dishes the job —

it all stacks up while you keep hoping

for some miracle to blast down upon you,

scattering the piles to the winds.

Sometimes you lie in bed, terrified of your life.

Sometimes you laugh at the privilege of waking.

But all the while, life goes on in its messy way.

And then you turn forty. Or fifty. Or sixty…

and some part of you realizes you are not alone

and you find signs of this in the animal kingdom —

when a snake sheds its skin its eyes glaze over,

it slinks under a rock, not wanting to be touched,

and when caterpillar turns to butterfly

if the pupa is brushed, it will die —

and when the bird taps its beak hungrily against the egg

it’s because the thing is too small, too small,

and it needs to break out.

And midlife walks you into that wisdom

that this is what transformation looks like —

the mess of it, the tapping at the walls of your life,

the yearning and writhing and pushing,

until one day, one day

you emerge from the wreck

embracing both the immense dawn

and the dusk of the body,

glistening, beautiful

just as you are.

By Leza Lowitz

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A Zero - Circle

Be helpless and dumbfounded,

unable to say yes or no.

Then a stretcher will come

from grace to gather us up.

We are too dull-eyed to see the beauty

If we say Yes, We Can we'll be lying

If we say  No, We Don't See It,

that No will behead us

and shut tight our window into spirit.

So let us not be sure of anything,

besides ourselves, and only that, so

miraculous beings come running to help.

Crazed, lying in a zero-circle, mute, 

we will be saying finally,

with tremendous eloquence, Lead Us.

When we've totally surrendered to that beauty,

we'll become a mighty kindness.

by Rumi

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Be the Light

Be the Love

Be the Change

Be Yourself

You're Free

Just Be