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Vouthon
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Dear friends,
I thought it might be a nice idea to have a thread in which people can share quotations from their favourite mystics, spiritual thinkers and holy persons. One can choose to share a saying or passage from a religious writing by a member of one’s own faith or of another.
I expect of course that everyone’s contributions will be embraced with a true spirit of loving-kindness:
To start us off, here is a marvellous stanza from a poetic masterpiece known as *‘Joseph and Zuleika’ * by the Sufi mystic Jami (1414 - 1492) - the last of the great classic poets of Persia:
I thought it might be a nice idea to have a thread in which people can share quotations from their favourite mystics, spiritual thinkers and holy persons. One can choose to share a saying or passage from a religious writing by a member of one’s own faith or of another.
I expect of course that everyone’s contributions will be embraced with a true spirit of loving-kindness:
“…Christian charity truly extends to all without distinction of race, social condition or religion…”
Everyone is welcome without exception. I think that even some secular thinkers such as Carl Sagan have uttered words close to mystical knowledge, such that I include them too under my definition of ‘mystic’.- Ad Gentes 12 (Vatican II)
To start us off, here is a marvellous stanza from a poetic masterpiece known as *‘Joseph and Zuleika’ * by the Sufi mystic Jami (1414 - 1492) - the last of the great classic poets of Persia:
“…In solitude, where Being signless dwelt,
And all the universe still dormant lay
Concealed in selflessness, One Being was
Exempt from “I” or “Thou”-ness, and apart
From all duality; Beauty Supreme,
Unmanifest, except unto Itself
By Its own light, yet fraught with power to charm
The souls of all; concealed in the Unseen,
An Essence pure, unstained by aught of ill.
No mirror to reflect Its loveliness,
Nor comb to touch Its locks; the morning breeze
Ne’er stirred Its tresses; no collyrium
Lent luster to Its eyes; no rosy cheeks
O’ershadowed by dark curls like hyacinth
Nor peach-like down were there; no dusky mole
Adorned Its face; no eye had yet beheld
Its image. To Itself it sang of Love
In wordless measures. By Itself it cast
The die of Love. But Beauty can not brook
Concealment and the veil, nor patient rest
Unseen and unadmired; 'twill burst all bonds,
And from Its prison-casement to the world
Reveal Itself. See where the tulip grows
In upland meadows, how in balmy spring
It decks itself; and how amidst its thorns
The wild rose rends its garment, and reveals
Its loveliness. Thou too, when some rare thought;
Or beauteous image, or deep mystery
Flashes across thy soul, canst not endure
To let it pass, but holdst it, that perchance
In speech or writing thou mayst send it forth
To charm the world. Whatever beauty dwells,
Such is its nature, and its heritage
From Everlasting Beauty, which emerged
From realms of purity to shine upon…”
***- Jami (1414 - 1492), Persian poet & Islamic (Sufi) mystic ***