Love Yourself

This was in my morning devotional reading and I could not keep it to myself. Osho says:
You will feel the most significant experience, you will become ecstatic if you can feel that the whole existence needs you, that you will be missed, that if you are not here there will be a gap, you will be missed. You are not unnecessary, you are not superfluous; you have tremendous significance.

Hence, love yourself. You are needed as much as the trees, as the flowers, as the birds, as the sun, as the moon, as the stars. You have to be here and you have a right to be the way you are.

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Stories/Parables/Koans: The Wound (part 2)

Today’s Parable comes from an “an African-American employee of [advertising agency] Wieden + Kennedy.” A more complete background behind these words can be found Here.

 

 

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“What was it like
when you realized your brothers were
jealous and what they planned to do?”

“I felt like a lion with a chain around
its neck. Not degraded by the chain, and
not complaining, but just waiting for my
power to be recognized.

“How about down in the well, and in
prison? How was it then?”

“Like the moon when it’s getting
smaller, yet knowing the fullness to
come. Like a seed pearl ground in the
mortar for medicine, that knows it will
now be the light of the human eye.

Like a wheat grain that breaks open in
the ground, then grows, then gets
harvested, then crushed in the mill for
flour, then baked, then crushed again
between teeth to become a person’s
deepest understanding.
Lost in Love, like songs the planters
sing the night after they sow the seed.”

Rumi Moment of the Week: The Wound (part 1)

Childhood Friends

You may have heard, it’s the custom
for Kings to let warriors stand on
the left, the side of the heart, and
courage. On the right, they put the
Chancellor, and various secretaries,
because the practice of bookkeeping
and writing usually belongs to the
right hand.

In the center, the Sufis, because in

meditation they become mirrors.
The King can look at their faces
and see his original state.

Give the beautiful ones mirrors,
and let them fall in love with
themselves.

That way they polish their souls
and kindle remembering in others.

A close childhood friend once came
to visit Joseph. They had shared the
secrets that children tell each other
when they’re lying on their pillows
at night before they go to sleep.
These two were completely truthful
with each other.

The friend asked, “What was it like
when you realized your brothers were
jealous and what they planned to do?”

“I felt like a lion with a chain around
its neck. Not degraded by the chain, and
not complaining, but just waiting for my
power to be recognized.”

“How about down in the well, and in
prison? How was it then?”

“Like the moon when it’s getting
smaller, yet knowing the fullness to
come. Like a seed pearl ground in the
mortar for medicine, that knows it will
now be the light of the human eye.

Like a wheat grain that breaks open in
the ground, then grows, then gets
harvested, then crushed in the mill for
flour, then baked, then crushed again
between teeth to become a person’s
deepest understanding.
Lost in Love, like songs the planters
sing the night after they sow the seed.”

There is no end to any of this.
Back to something else the good man
and Joseph talked about.

“Ah my friend, what have you brought me?
You know a traveler should not arrive
empty handed at the door of a friend
like me. That’s going to the grinding
stone without your wheat. God will ask
at the Resurrection, ‘Did you bring Me
a present? Did you forget? Did you think
you wouldn’t see Me?’

Joseph kept teasing,
“Lets have it. I want my gift!”

The guest began, “You can’t imagine how
I’ve looked for something for you.
Nothing seemed appropriate. You don’t
take gold down into a goldmine, or a
drop of water to the Sea of Oman!

Everything I thought of was like
bringing cumin seed to Kirmanshah where
cumin comes from.

You have all seeds in your barn. You
even have my love and my soul, so I
can’t even bring those.

I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at
yourself, and remember me.”

He took the mirror out from his robe
where he was hiding it.

What is the mirror of being?
Non-being.

Always bring a mirror of non-existence
as a gift. Any other present is foolish.

Let the poor man look deep into
generosity. Let the bread see a hungry
man. Let kindling behold a spark from
the flint.

An empty mirror and your worst
destructive habits, when they are held
up to each other,
that’s when the real making begins.
That’s what art and crafting are.

fullofwoundsstillstandingA tailor needs a torn garment to
practice his expertise. The trunks of
trees must be cut and cut again
so they can be used for fine carpentry.

Your doctor must have a broken leg to
doctor. Your defects are the ways that
glory gets manifested. Whoever sees
clearly what’s diseased in himself
begins to gallop on the Way.

There is nothing worse
than thinking you are well enough.
More than anything, self-complacency
blocks the workmanship.

Put your vileness up to a mirror and
weep. Get that self-satisfaction flowing
out of you! Satan thought, “I am better
than Adam,” and that *better than* is
still strongly in us.

Your stream-water may look clean,
but there’s unstirred matter on the
bottom. Your Sheikh can dig a side
channel that will drain that waste off.

Trust your wound to a Teacher’s surgery.
Flies collect on a wound. They cover it,
those flies of your self-protecting
feelings, your love for what you think
is yours.

Let a teacher wave away the flies
and put a plaster on the wound.

Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at
the bandaged place. That’s where the
light enters you.

And don’t believe for a moment
that you’re healing yourself.