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Spiritual quotes on change for those who want to change, don’t want to change or want others to change!
Have you ever been asked for spare change? Did you happen to have some change to spare? I’m not taking coins here, I’m talking honest to goodness change – and not a coat of paint either. Real, authentic change is often challenging because it requires a break from the past.
Many of us spend much, if not all, of our lives stuck in being the same person we were at 10 or 16 or 20 – with the exemptions of less hair, more weight, broken dreams, etc. One of the better books I have read on the subject of change is Change or Die – which has some insight on why many people choose to die instead of choosing to change.
My father tells a story about a friend of his and my mother’s that got cancer. When it came time to decide on chemotherapy, she wasn’t sure about taking chemotherapy because she would lose all of her hair – which was a great pride to her.
Here are a few quotes to ponder about change from a spiritual perspective – wait a sec – isn’t it all spiritual??
“One act of surrender, one change of heart, one leap of faith, can change your life forever.” -Robert Holden
Admit It and Change Everything – Rumi
Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
I do not know who I am.
I am in astounded lucid confusion.
I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
And I am not even a Muslim.
I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,
Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
My birthplace is placelessness,
My sign to have and give no sign.
You say you see my mouth, ears, eyes, nose – they are not mine.
I am the life of life.
I am that cat, this stone, no one.
I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
I see and know all times and worlds,
As one, one, always one.
So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
Admit it and change everything!
This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.
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I shared this poem with a couple of friends at the recent Diamond Approach Teacher’s Training. Prakash asked that I post it, so here it is.
As for the title, the poem starts as a question, perspective and understanding follow, and it ends in surprise
Here is something I don’t understand
often love carries a brand
Circle K or rocking bar
defining whose or what we are
A burn on the hip; a name off the lip
possessiveness and ownership
Some confine love to the head or the bed
and try to improve it with something they’ve read
Many believe that love can be given
to and from it others feel driven
Do you think we pick and choose
that love is something we can use
Something earned and often planned
subject to payment on demand
When love’s a commodity traded around
it’s no fucking wonder it can’t be found
It can’t be given or sent to a friend
those thinking this are around the bend
Our minds will never figure love out
the paradoxes keep it in doubt
Love is more a taste or a flavor
making our life something to savor
The seers and prophets down through the ages
philosophers, magi, and even the sages
Say love is the very fabric of life
it can’t be divvied up with a knife
It’s finer than silk or gossamer wings
penetrating even the densest of things
This includes you and certainly me
and it isn’t subject to any decree
Love is the Life, blood of the soul
complete in itself, making all things whole
Swelling the chest, melting the breast
the heart’s beloved wandering guest
A bee to the flower, a moth to flame
blessing all with only one name
O! that the selfish, lonely and cruel
would come and steal this precious jewel
The alchemy of this hoarded treasure
transforms a man of any measure
The strong go weak; the powerful meek
the lamb and the lion dance cheek to cheek
Revelers bathe in liquid moon shine
hearts are drunk on rosewater wine
Drunkards are dancing; children are prancing
wounds and hearts the Guest is lancing
The beat of the drum; the flute and its hum
sweetens us up like a ripened plum
Love cascades in a quiet crescendo
opens the door and enters the window
Love is an ester flooding the room
making us all a bride and a groom
No one is spared; nectar is shared
more and more bosoms are being bared
The heart is birthing; constantly mirthing
the mystery, IT is unearthing
Flickering light; darkening night
curiosity quickens the heart’s delight
The night is afire, a joyous choir
an ecstatic dance within this pyre
The fire dies down, we don a green gown
deciding to take this party to town
Smiles on our face, we spill from this place
letting the children set the pace
We make a great noise, disregard poise
and giggle at all our conduct annoys
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
will never again be our heartbreaker
Love is no longer tied to a thought
or seen as something that must be sought
Love is what we’re never without
regardless of all we’re bitching about
So I hope these words in part convey
Good God! I forgot what I started to say!!!
One day while in a downcast mood
I walked in mountain solitude
Absorbed within deep heartache
Particular paths I did not take
Late the hour on that day
Recalling not footstep’s way
When open eyes I could not keep
Dreamlessly did I sleep
Awakened by morning’s light
Untold beauty awed my sight
Alpine meadow sweet and fair
Surely God’s very lair
On every blade dew did glisten
Choral birds bade me listen
Such majesty in that place
Heart’s response flushed my face
Deep inner rhythms stirred my soul
I lived complete within a whole
The sun climbed high upon the sky
Before my tears began to dry
And as I rose to take my leave
Once again, did I grieve
To leave such beauty far behind
Made no sense to the mind
It begged a flower me to take
Wanting one such small keepsake
Gently from within my breast
Loving words from the Guest
To cast a ripple on this pool
Would be the act of a fool
True contact won’t fit a sack
To be carried on your back
Mind’s desire for history
Is the living death of me
Tomorrow today will be the past
Your memory can’t make it last
This moment holds a choice for you
The options are only two
Going back from whence you came
Or heart’s desire if you’re game
Though walking now on unknown ground
A joyful magic I have found
The mystery of that lair
Heart reveals everywhere
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I was at Esin Restaurant in Danville, CA last night having a glass of wine when Esin joined my dad and me. We got to sharing history and stories. I mentioned Rumi to Esin (she is from Turkey) and she said her mother read Rumi. Esin remembers her mother reciting these lines:
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
I asked Esin if she knew of Yunus Emre. She did and wanted to know how I knew of him.
Don’t all lovers of the divine know of Yunus, Rumi, Hafiz, Rabia?
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