Some moments of beauty and wisdom.
May you too find worth within.

...but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
from De Profundis - Oscar Wilde

...all is clouded by desire, Arjuna, as a mirror by dust,
as a fire by smoke, ..through these it blinds the soul.

from The Bhagavad-Gita

...Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. - William Congreve

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

The Ruba'iyat of Omar Kayyam (as translated by Edward Fitzgerald)
[Fitzgerald's translations are quite free, but memorable nonetheless.]

Tis said, the pipe and lute that charm our ears
Derive their melody from rolling spheres;
But Faith, o'erpassing speculation's bound,
Can see what sweetens every jangled sound.

We, who are parts of Adam, heard with him
The song of angels and of seraphim.
Out memory, though dull and sad, retains
Some echo still of those unearthly strains.

Oh, music is the meat of all who love,
Music uplifts the soul to realms above.
The ashes glow, the latent fires increase:
We listen and are fed with joy and peace.

Mawlānā Jalāl-ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī as translated by
R. A. Nicholson - 'Persian Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Mevlana Rumi - Kulliyat-e Shams, 2114

In generosity and helping others, be like a river.
In compassion and grace, be like the sun.
In concealing other's faults, be like the night.
In anger and fury, be like dead.
In modesty and humility, be like the earth.
In tolerance, be like the sea.
Either appear as you are, or be as you appear.

Come whoever you are.
Doesn't matter if you are an unbeliever.
Doesn't matter if you have fallen a thousand times.
Come whoever you are. For this is not the door of hopelessness.
Just as you are!
Either seem as you are or be as you seem.
Mevlana Rumi

Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.

Mevlana Rumi

From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks

Indonesian original:
Tak bisa kutulis banyak
Tinta habis
Tadi malam kugoresi langit
dengan namamu......

I'm sorry,
I cannot write a lot
The ink is finished
Last night I scratched the sky
with your name........
Jakarta, 12/08/2001
Rieke Diah Pitaloka,
Renungan Kloset: Dari Cengkeh Sampai Utrecht (Jakarta: Gramedia Pustaka Utama, 2003)
Translation: JPC Jackson

Let us all be friends for ever
Let us take and make life easy
Let us be lovers and beloved ones -
Nobody owns the earth.
Yunus Emre (1240-1321), Turkey's "National" Poet

For those who have Awareness,
a hint is quite enough.
For the multitudes of heedless
mere knowledge is useless.
Haci Bektaş Veli (1209-1271)

Romeo and Juliet - Act 1, scene 5
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

ROMEO Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

JULIET Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

The Merchant of Venice - Act 4, scene 1
Portia: The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.
But mercy is above this sceptered sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute of God himself;
And earthly power doth then show like God's
When mercy seasons justice.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

The Sheltering Sky (1949)
The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.

Many days later another caravan was passing and a man saw something on top of the highest dune there. And when they went up to see, they found Outka, Mimouna and Aicha; they were still there, lying the same way as when they had gone to sleep. And all three of the glasses,' he held up his own little tea glass, 'were full of sand. That was how they had their tea in the Sahara.

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
Paul Bowles (1910-1999)

Sayings of Medieval Spanish-Jewish Scholar/Philosopher/Poets
Teach thy tongue to say, “I do not know,” and thou shalt progress.

You must accept the truth from whatever source it comes.

Anticipate charity by preventing poverty.

Moses Ben Maimon, known by the Latin: Maimonides (1135-1204)
Translator unknown

I’d sell my soul for that fawn
of a boy - night walker
to sound of the ‘ud & flute playing
who saw the glass in my hand - said
“drink the wine from between my lips”
& the moon was a yod drawn on
the cover of dawn—in gold ink
Samuel Hanagid (993-1056)
Translated by Leon J. Weinberger


The Song of Songs (here the illumination of the opening “O” (Osculetor me: let me kiss him) which opens the Book [Please see the wonderful exhaustive studies by Dr. Jay Treat ©]

Chapter Two
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
The Bible
(Hebrew or Old Testament)

King James Version

Luke 6:41
And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
The Bible
(New Testament)
King James Version

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Siddhārtha Gautama - Buddha

from Anne of Green Gables
Anne Shirley: My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
An Important note about Lucy Montgomery from her family can be found here.

Three sayings:
1. He who with sincerity seeks his real purpose in life is himself sought by that purpose.
2. The more one studies the harmony of music, and then studies human nature, how people agree and how they disagree, how there is attraction and repulsion, the more one will see that it is all music.
3. Reason is the illusion of reality.

  Hazrat Inayat Khan
Note: Khan is both an accomplished musician in the classical Indian tradition, and an exemplar of Universal Sufism.

This next poet was brought to my attention by my friend, Brian Tyson; himself a poet and scholar
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hoürs we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light’s delay.
With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.
I am gall, I am heartburn. God’s most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine; their sweating selves; but worse.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.
(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889),
was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose 20th-century fame established him posthumously among the leading Victorian poets. His experimental explorations in prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him as a daring innovator in a period of largely traditional verse. (Source: Wikipedia)
I can particularly relate to this poem as I suffer the same devastating insomnia that is so vividly captured in this poem.

"Most people die with their music still locked up inside them."
Benjamin Disraeli