Tasting – Page 8

You are daydreaming about

You are daydreaming about the future because you have not tasted the present. Start tasting the present. Find out a few moments where you are simply delighting. Looking at the trees, just be the look. Listening to the birds, just be a listening ear. Let them reach to your deepest core. Let their song spread … Read more

Why are we not

Why are we not tasting the bliss of Bhakti? Because we are taking shelter of stone boats. We are sinking and drowning in Maya & still we are further taking shelter of stone boats and this can go on life after life. Radhanath Swami

American Danish can be

American Danish can be doughy, heavy, sticky, tasting of prunes and is usually wrapped in cellophane. Danish Danish is light, crisp, buttery and often tastes of marzipan or raisins; it is seldom wrapped in anything but loving care.
R. W. Apple

My heart rushes into

My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart’s bad manners.
Rumi

I become a waterwheel,

I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves. Rumi

We are the mirror

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
We are pain and what cures pain both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
Rumi

We are tasting the

We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.
Rumi

We are the mirror,

We are the mirror, as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.
We are pain and what cures pain.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain,
no beautiful women and men longing.
Only this ancient love circling the holy black stone of nothing.
Where the lover is the loved, the horizon and everything within it.
Rumi

What hurts the soul?

What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
Rumi

We gather at night

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.
Rumi