human beings are mines. “In the Friend-Place nothing true can be s-a-i-d. Let me just be here.” Rumi excerpt from “in baghdad dreaming of cairo, in cairo dreaming of baghdad”

Posted in Dimension Yoga on August 13, 2012 by DimensionYoga


Why do you go first
to the prayers of those less devoted?”
God says,
“By deferring my generosity I am helping him.
His need dragged him by the hair into my presence.
If I satisfy that, he’ll go back to being absorbed
in some idle amusement. Listen how passionate he is!
That torn-open cry is the way he should live.”

Nightingales are put in cages
because their songs give pleasure.
Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

When two people, one decrepit and the other young
and handsome, come into a bakery where the baker
is an admirer of young men, and both of them
ask for bread, the baker will immediately
give what he has on hand to the old man.

But to the other he will say, “Sit down and wait awhile.
There’s fresh bread baking in the house. Almost ready!”

And when the hot bread is brought, the baker will say,
“Don’t leave. The halvah is coming!”

So he finds ways of detaining the young man with,
“Ah, there’s something important I want to tell you about.
Stay. I’ll be back in a moment. Something very important!”

This is how it is when true devotees
suffer disappointment
in the good they want to do,
or the bad they want to avoid.
—-Rumi from the Mathnawi.

Shams of tabriz

Posted in Dimension Yoga on June 29, 2012 by DimensionYoga

The mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question, nor is it brought with going to amazing places. Until you’ve kept your eyes and your wanting still for fifty years, you don’t begin to cross over from confusion. -RUMI

To thine own self be true.

Posted in Dimension Yoga on June 16, 2012 by DimensionYoga

Polonius:
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!

Laertes:
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

–Hamlet Act 1, scene 3, 78–82

More quotes from the novel “The Museum of Innocence” by Orhan Pamuk and a poem by Rumi.

Posted in Dimension Yoga on May 24, 2012 by DimensionYoga

“I care more about the beauty of a sentence than politics.” -Orhan Pamuk

SAY I AM YOU
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,

and the falling away. What is,
what isn’t. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who

I am. Say I
am You. —Rumi(Shams of Tabriz)

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/lookout/science-fiction-author-ray-bradbury-dies-144137431.html

Fair as sunrise, warm as noon.

Posted in Dimension Yoga on May 17, 2012 by DimensionYoga

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain dark things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”
—Pablo Neruda.

Shams of Tabriz quotes:

“Whatever happens in your life, no matter how troubling things might seem, do not enter the neighbourhood of despair. Even when all doors remained closed, God will open up a new path only for you. Be thankful! It is easy to be thankful when all is well. A Sufi is thankful not only for what he has been given but also for all that he has been denied. “

“Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to be farsighted enough to trust the end result of a process. What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be shortsighted as to not able to see the outcome. The lovers of God never runs out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.”
—-Shams of Tabriz

The nothingness of outward form when compared to spirit and inner light.

Posted in Dimension Yoga on May 14, 2012 by DimensionYoga


Intention(s) to be the noun(s) and the practice or actions/inactions to be the verb(s) and adjective(s).

spir·it   [spir-it]
noun
1.the principle of conscious life; the vital principle in humans, animating the body or mediating between body and soul.
2.the incorporeal part of humans: present in spirit though absent in body.
3.the soul regarded as separating from the body at death.

O, Love! Sweet Madness!—RUMI

Of all that heaven has produced and earth nourishes, the greatest is man, heaven’s purpose is contained in our nature. ––Confucius

catharsis, life force, love source, mastery of life.

Quotes/Excerpts from the pages of the novel “Perfume” by Patrick Suskind.

Posted in Dimension Yoga on April 21, 2012 by DimensionYoga

“He now knew that he could do much more. He knew that he could improve on this scent. He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but superhuman, an angel’s scent, so indescribably good and vital that whoever smelled it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him, Grenouille, the bearer of that scent.”……

“And he knew that all this was within his power. For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they could not escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who could not defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.”

—–From Page 155 Chapter 32