The lamps are different.
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp shop, Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire, The Light streams toward you from all things, All people, all possible permutations of good,
evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down, to blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

dear Precious Sibylle,
i never thanked you for sharing this absolute gem of a poem!  it is sooo true and speaks to many levels that mean so much to us who are on this Path and do this Work.  i particularly love the chills that run up my spine when i read it!
bowing deeply to you for your submission.
blessings

You are welcome!  I get the tinglings from it too 😊

By the way, your quote isn’t anonymous.  It’s from Ralph Waldo Emerson, I’ve used it under one of my photos for quite a while now

thanks- i corrected the credit, however are you absolutely sure that Emerson was the one who wrote it?  like i said above, i have seen it also attributed to Thoreau and recently i read that it was anonymous.  i will research it further but presently bow to your advice.  hope you’re well.
blessings,

hi sybie,

i also get the tinglings!  thanks so much for posting this. i have read rumi a lot (repeatedly, and over a long time) and did not know this poem well…it speaks to me particulary regarding something i’m working with personally right now.  thank you. LOVE. IT.

xo, ~ chery