How To Judge

Do you think it would be asy to see the world without a personal lens? Objectivity, of course, can be attained, but cannot be expressed in words, because words are many and the objective is unsayable. When mystics or prophets tell about their experiences with the objective, first, they translate it into the most agreeable images in their minds.
This limits the experience infinitely. Then they use words, which more infinitely limit the limited images in the mind. And when I listen to them I can only faintly understand around one-tenth of what they say.
After listening to all of them I become more confused about the objective than before I did.
So I have to work to reach the objective myself.
I also need to suspend my judgments till that day when I won’t see the need for judgments.

Godverse/ Who Are We?

What you are is what you think. Of course, everybody knows this. Who you are also is who you think[about]. So we have to imitate ourselves to be the best and the greatest--ourselves---and become full.
But how would we win by being ourselves? If God tells us that he is within us, then it must be that we are in him too. We must be in His heart and in His soul. And if so, we must be Him. Everything is in God and He is in everything, which means that we live in a Godverse(universe)and that we are It.

We Only Came Here To Be.........

We came here to grow towards becoming. All other things are secondary to this. In life we die and live all the time, and sometimes, not in time; in ways most of us don't understand, we live and die. Our reality so happens to help us see it as it is. It wants to teach us that neither this nor that is real, that there is a greater death than this, and a greater life than this. It wants to teach us that sometimes we can live in smaller ways than we know or die softer deaths than the death we fear. Then we will die easily and live easily. We will see that all this is neither bad nor good, only unreal. We shall then grow towards that which in unity is both good and evil, that which is real.
That can happen because of an intention; a real, well understood intention. The search, with our crude states, for the fine, will never get us the finer states we search. But in the long years one might spend searching one sees that none is that which is desired, and if it is not any of all of that, then it either is the totality of all or the none of all.
But, because the point is about becoming aware, only, one needs not search or find. A disciple of being only needs to understand, not to judge whether one thing or another is like this or that. Just understand, without deciding what it is, without defining anything. Keep on being more and more aware. Then one day your awareness will be too much to keep you heavy like the grosser ones. You are weightless then, and you can then fly. You will soar in enlightenment so high, that it will be much easier to go higher flying to the heavens than go back to where you started the journey.

Like This

a poem by Rumi

If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look,
lift your face and say,
Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky,
climb up on the roof and dance and say,
Like this.

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe.
Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this.

Like this.

When someone asks what it means to "die for love,"
point here.

If someone asks how tall I am,
frown and measure with your fingers
the space between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body,
she returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge of the door
to surprise us
Like this.