Comments for I Hear You Calling

Comment on Lashes by Susthama

Susthama — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:59:09 +0000

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Comment on Until We Take Wing by gourmet

gourmet — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:48:24 +0000

Gourmet says : I absolutely agree with this !

Comment on Until We Take Wing by dharmavidya

dharmavidya — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 15:57:28 +0000

Thank you

Comment on Until We Take Wing by 本勒

本勒 — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 06:01:04 +0000

we are all broken things
we are all in the tomb
but Light comes as spring
for “Spring is not a season,
it is the heart of Amida Nyorai’
The womb, the lotus bud,
nurtured in Light,as a bird
in it’s safe, precious egg.
we are all broken things,
but we are all in the womb.

Comment on Red Breeze by Ben Le

Ben Le — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:03:00 +0000

*Red is not only the colour of blood.*

You say you have never been to Africa,

But Africa knows you.

You are in her heart

And she, in yours.

As the Light shines

without obstructions,

it nurtures the seeds

of Africa in our hearts.

You will see the sunset,

Bathing the highveldt

The colour of your robes,

As red as blood,

But bolder, giving life,

Not as life seeping away.

He is always present,

In every blade of grass

And stump of every tree

*And* in every gun,

And in every Rand

Over which we fight.

We bathe in His Light,

Whenever we say His name.

So whenever you say His name,

And I say His name,

And my Master says His name,

We are saying it together.

And He is there,

He is here.

Comment on Red Breeze by dharmavidya

dharmavidya — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 19:21:09 +0000

Yes, this is all well and good, and I appreciate your good intention. However, nobody can be fearless. To be fearless is to be God and we are not God and to pretend is no good. If fearlessness is the criterion of being a religious person then, I am afraid, there are none. Were we fearless we would have no need of God or Buddha. Is it not better to be what we are, just as we are, and know that we are loved as we are, than to “compound delusion by following ideals” (Sandokai)? We are “showered with gifts” anyway and who needs power of their own when the Lord hears the call of the meek while the mighty have their reward, such as it is, already.

I have never been abandoned
I have never been alone
For in solicitude She holds me
Though I fear, though I moan
Though I quake in inward terror
Still I know She’ll guide me home.

For She knows me in my darkness
In the core of what I be
And she holds me in my weakness
In my blindness let’s me see
That it’s mainly through my darkness
That She finds her way to me.

So Mother will You hold me
When I call into the night
Yes, I know, I know You’ll hold me
When I need to be held tight
For Your breath comes as a sweet free gift
And never as a right.

Comment on Red Breeze by dwaraka

dwaraka — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:43:47 +0000

Whatever we do, we should remember one thing:
out of fear we are not going to grow; we will only shrink and die.
Fear is in the service of death.
Mahavira is right. He makes fearlessness the fundamental of a religious person,
and I can understand what he means by fearlessness – that means dropping all armor.
A fearless person has everything that life wants to give to him/her as a gift.
Now there is no barrier: we will be showered with gifts, and whatever we will be doing we will have a strength, a power, a certainty,
a tremendous feeling of authority.

Comment on Ordinary Soul by Brindaban

Brindaban — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 14:16:02 +0000

You my Lord
cut the strings from my heart to Yours
too soon
not knowing how This Love feels
hoping
that my brain would saved me
You my Lord
cut the strings from Your heart to mine
too early
not knowing how This Love feels
hoping
that I would survive
You my Lord
cut the strings from my heart to Yours
not knowing that one cannot survive
my death was not in vain
now you know
there is Such Love
and it is deadly
beware
when You decide
to love someone like this
You my Lord
cut the strings from my heart to Yours

Comment on Ordinary Soul by Beba

Beba — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:08:32 +0000

Whenever you trully love someone you feel totally helpless. That is the agony of love: one cannot feel what one can do. You want to do everything, you want to give the whole universe to the lover or the beloved, but what can you do? If you think that you can do this or that you are still not in a deep love relationship. Love is very helpless, absolutely helpless, and that helplessness is the beauty because in that helplessness you are surrendered. Ego is disolved.

Love someone and you will feel helpless; hate someone and you can do something. Love someone and you are absolutely helpless because what can you do? Whatsoever you can do seems insignificant and meaningless; it is never enough. Nothing can be done, and when one feels that nothing can be done, one feels that one is helpless. When one wants to do everything and feels nothing can be done, the mind stops. In this helplessness surrender happens. We are empty. That is why true love becomes the deepest meditation.

Comment on Ordinary Soul by SriHaridas

SriHaridas — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 17:43:02 +0000

More about love…

Khalil Gibran – “A man and a woman sat by a window that opened upon Spring.They sat close one unto the other. And the woman said: “I love you.You are handsome,and you are rich and you are always well-attired.”

And the man said: “I love you.You are a beautiful thought,a thing too apart to hold in the hand and a song in my dreaming.”

But the woman turned from him in anger and she said: “Sir,please leave me now. I am not a thought and I am not a thing that passes in your dreams. I am a woman. I would have you desire me, a wife and the mother of unborn children”

And they parted.

And the man was saying in his heart: “Behold another dream is even now turned into mist.”

And the woman was saying: “Well, what of a man who turns me into a mist and a dream?”