Celia

[Jitendra Hydonus]

Greetings to Celia may you enjoy a pleasant stay here and share your experiences with us.

Steve

[Celia]

Thank you, Steve!
 

[Lucky Denver]

Oh Celia, you made it!  How wonderful

[Celia]

Yes I did, thanks Lucky, for letting me know of Soul Searching!

[Jitendra Hydonus]

Yes I did, thanks Lucky, for letting me know of Soul Searching!

Thanks for entering the oneness with us!!! Both of u. We r so fortunate to have your presence here.

Oh Celia, you made it!  How wonderful

[yoshi]

  Celia ....good to see you here....

(((Hugs)))
yoshi

[Katze]

hello and welcome Celia ! 

I hope you enjoy your visits !

peace & love,
Into Blue

[Celia]

Thank you, Yoshi & Into Blue!! <3

[Jitendra Hydonus]

• Hi Celia is Rumi someone you admire a lot? i wonder if u could tell us something about your path thru life?
  
  Steve Hydonus

[Celia]

Hallo Steve,

I am just beginning to become familiar with the works of Rumi. It was through a friend's blog on Tumblr. She had reposted a verse, it seemed to me, and I clicked the link to the original blog from where it came from...and the little that I read had easily resonated within my mind. I feel like it was a good thing to be exposed to at the time, and the verse that resonated with me the most that first venture onto that blog posting Rumi's works is the one I currently quote in my signature.

Right now, I am only beginning to meditate on a regular basis, after having had on-and-off experiences throughout the past ten years and counting, but the little I have done feels like they have been wonderful and that there have been "floodgates" opened as a result of what's been done so far.

Blessings and love to you and yours, and to all that pass by here! Happy Easter if you celebrate.

Celia

[Jitendra Hydonus]

From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks


The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,
and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:

                               A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.
 
                            In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in.  He believes
the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.
                                                    We began
as a mineral.  We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
                             That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher.  That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.

From Rumi

[Celia]

Beautiful selection to show! Thank you!!!! I really love this one particular one, and  have taken time to write it down for myself and put it where I Could have it for a while.

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

Love
Celia

[Lucky Denver]

Beautiful selection to show! Thank you!!!! I really love this one particular one, and  have taken time to write it down for myself and put it where I Could have it for a while.

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

Love
Celia

wow, I looooove that!  thanks for sharing

[yoshi]

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.

  <3<3<3

[guest88]

hi celia