Saturday, April 24, 2010

Sadness and True Compassion by Katie Davis, Author, "Awake Joy," - My Sweet, Crushed Angel by Hafiz

Sadness and True Compassion by Katie Davis
Just let the dream fall apart. 

It is disappearing anyway. 

The pain is in the holding on and in the resistance. 

It is breaking down this very moment ... 

Perhaps to reveal another. 

Can you just allow this moment to be as it is? 

When the body falls to sleep every night, 

The daytime dream falls away anyway. 

Yet, you love it! 

Just let go. 

If you would just surrender; 

There is great beauty in the breakdown. 

Perhaps in the surrender of what appeared to be person, 

A profound detachment from all form may appear. 

Detachment should not be understood by the mind as separation. 

Instead, the magnificence of the witness comes to the forefront. 

Detachment happens spontaneously by itself, 

Rather than one contrived by the idea of spiritual practice, 

And then enforced by the ego. 

Detachment allows the fullness of being-consciousness-bliss, 

That is free of all form and as an experience is one of complete connection. 

This is still only a reflection of course, 

Since a reference point of subject persists. 

The pure attention that the witness is, 

Naturally turns to its formlessness, 

Still in search of its perfection. 

Its fascination is the empty void of all experience. 

Maintaining its subject reference point, 

The void appears objectively. 

It is the Heart dimension appearing as separate and still subtle experience. 

The witness always has an object and this objectivity disappears with the witness. 

When the void appears, sometimes a deep fear and sadness arise. 

The witness is completely free of the appearance of the world of form, 

It is free of the ego-I and its personal dream that is apparently falling apart. 

Free of the delusion of the personal suffering, 

We are invited into the deeper well of the collective. 

One of the most beautiful gurus on the inner way appears. 

Her name is Sri Sadness. 

Brave Heart that she genuinely is, 

She is willing to suffer the story of all mankind throughout all time. 

O, humanity's sweet sadness, 

How utterly deep and empty you are! 

So completely alone, 

The darkness seems endless. 

Yes, I see you appearing there helplessness and despair. 

It takes utter misery to allow you ... 

Or perhaps the most courageous, curious and welcoming heart. 

Even hope has scurried away to some other divine dimension 

That has always seemed just out of reach in some future time or space. 

Is hopelessness what you imagined it to be? 

To truly know you, I become you. 

 Such magnitude! 

Beauty arises as emptiness births true compassion. 

Never has there been such an infinite silence! 

Realize directly once and for all, 

That there is a heart to darkness. 

No one seeks, no one escapes and no one knows. 

The radiant love that the universal witness is, 

Merges with sadness and the darkness cannot survive the love of the merger. 

This is not the ultimate reality, 

Yet it offers greater understanding, 

For what still may appear as some other. 

You are more able to offer gentle kindness, 

And a genuine and true helping hand. 

Having known the deepest collective pain, 

You are consciously set free. 

Unless you cry, you will never discover, 

That tears gently dry in the Morning's sunlight. 

By the way, Sri Sadness is not fulfilled until you know her completely. 

One could say, she is one of the last gatekeepers. 

Tears may still flow ... tears of pure joy.

My Sweet, Crushed Angel by Hafiz

You have not danced so badly, my dear,

Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.

You have waltzed with great style,

My sweet, crushed angel,

To have ever neared God's Heart at all.

Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow,

And even His best musicians are not always easy

To hear.

So what if the music has stopped for a while.

So what

If the price of admission to the Divine

Is out of reach tonight.

So what, my dear,

If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love.

The mind and body are famous

For holding the heart ransom,

But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits.

Have patience,

For He will not be able to resist your longing

For long.

 You have not danced so badly, my dear,

Trying to kiss the Beautiful One.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,

O my sweet,

Oh my sweet, crushed angel.

~ Hafiz ~
I Heard God Laughing ~ Translated by Daniel Ladinsky  

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