The Shortest Distance Between You and Happiness

If there was ever a good illustration of this, I'd say this is it. A picture is worth a thousand words.

Words are Windows (Or They're Walls)


I feel so sentenced by your words,

I feel so judged and sent away,

Before I go I’ve got to know

Is that what you mean to say?

Before I rise to my defense,

Before I speak in hurt or fear,

Before I build that wall of words,

Tell me, did I really hear?

Words are windows, or they’re walls,

They sentence us, or set us free.

When I speak and when I hear,

Let the love light shine through me.

There are things I need to say,

Things that mean so much to me,

If my words don’t make me clear,

Will you help me to be free?

If I seemed to put you down,

If you felt I didn’t care,

Try to listen through my words

To the feelings that we share.

—Ruth Bebermeyer

The Love Poems of Rumi

The Agony and Ecstacy of Divine Discontent: The Moods of Rumi

In the orchard and rose garden

I long to see your face.

In the taste of Sweetness

I long to kiss your lips.

In the shadow of passion

I long for your love.

Oh! Supreme Lover!

Let me leave aside my worries.

The flowers are blooming

With the exultation of your Spirit.

By Allah!

I long to escape the prison of my ego

And lose myself

In the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.

I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love

And feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I’m sick of mortal kings.

I long to see your light.

With lamps in hand

The sheikhs and mullahs roam

The dark alleys of these towns

Not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,

The intoxication of Love.

I long to sing your praises

But stand mute

With the agony of wishing in my heart.

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Bittersweet

In my hallucination

I saw my Beloved’s flower garden

In my vertigo

In my dizziness

In my drunken haze

Whirling and dancing

Like a spinning wheel

I saw myself

As the source of existence

I was there in the beginning

And I was the spirit of love

Now I am sober

There is only the hangover

And the memory of love

And only the sorrow

I yearn for happiness

I ask for help

I want mercy

And my love says

Look at me and hear me

Because I’m here just for that

I am your moon

And your moonlight too

I am your flower garden

And your water too

I have come all this way

Eager for you

Without shoes or shawl

I want you to laugh

To kill all your worries

To love you

To nourish you

Oh Sweet Bitterness!

I will soothe you and heal you

I will bring you roses

I took have been covered with thorns.

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Defeated by Love

The sky was lit

By the splendor of the moon

So powerful

I fell to the ground

Your love

Has made me sure

I am ready to forsake

This worldly life

And surrender

To the magnificence

Of your Being

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I Am and I Am Not

I’m drenched

In the flood

Which has yet to come

I’m tied up

In the prison

Which has yet to exist

Not having played

The game of chess

I’m already the checkmate

Not having tasted

A single cup of your wine

I’m already drunk

Not having entered

The battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain

I no longer

Know the difference

Between image and reality

Like the shadow

I am

And

I am not

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Looking For Love

A strange passion is moving in my head.

My heart has become a bird

Which searches in the sky.

Every part of me goes in different directions.

Is it really so

That the only I love is everywhere?

Looking for Your Face

From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

But today I have seen it

Today I have seen

The charm, the beauty,

The unfathomable grace

Of the face

That I was looking for

Today I have found you

And those who laughed

And scorned me yesterday

Are sorry that they were not looking

As I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence

Of your beauty

And wish to see you

With a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion

And has searched forever

For this wondrous beauty

That I now behold

I am ashamed

To call this love human

And afraid of God

To call it divine

Your fragrant breath

Like the morning breeze

Has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

And also your shadow

My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

Is in love with you

Your effulgence

Has lit a fire in my heart

And you have radiant

For me

The earth and sky

My arrow of love

Has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

And my heart

Is a place of prayer

Prayer To The Water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant

Please say the following phrase:

“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, we are sorry to make you suffer. Please forgive us.
We thank you and we love you.”

Please say it aloud or in your mind. Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in the prayer position. Please offer
your sincere prayer.

With love and gratitude,
Masaru Emoto
Missionary of Water

Dear Woman

Alchemy of Love (Rumi)

You come to us
from another world

...From beyond the stars
and void of space.
Transcendent, Pure
Of unimaginable beauty,
Bringing with you
the essence of love

You transform all
who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns,
troubles and sorrows
dissolve in your presence,
Bringing joy
to ruler and ruled
To peasant and king

You bewilder us
with your grace
All evils
transform into
goodness.

You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love
in earth and sky
in heart and soul
of every being

Through your loving existence and nonexistence merge.
All opposites unite
All that is profane
becomes sacred again.

A Shift In Consciousness, A Silent Revolution

Seems more and more people around the world are getting the idea: love over fear. I was inspired by these two videos:



More and more young people around the world are getting together to discuss humanity's progress and how to further it. It feels good to know that I'm not the only one organizing such a group.

Talking To Plants

You may wonder how aboriginals all over the world have been using plants for medicinal purposes. After all, how do you figure out what they’re good for if you don’t do any “scientific studies” on them? David Ike, a popular conspiracy theorist, had been going on and on about how native peoples of every culture have been “talking” to plants to find out their medicinal properties. Poor Mr. Ike has been labeled a crazy person!

Here is an excerpt from his book, “The David Ike Guide to the Global Conspiracy (And How To End It)”:

“Credo’s wife, Virgiia, talks every day to the plants that she grows for traditional medicines she uses to treat patients for AIDS and other problems. She tells the plants about the patient and asks them to help. She takes only as much of the plant as the patient needs and the plants don’t die as a result. They are involved in the process of healing through this telepathic communication, and respected for what they are—consciousness.”

No more scorn for you, Mr. Ike! Some researchers have been shedding light on the matter! It turns out, plants talk after all—you just have to listen! Plants react to signals coming from other plants, and animals! Why not from people? When hooked up to a lie detector, you can actually listen to the frequencies they give off. Apparently plants don’t like it when they sense shrimp falling into hot, boiling water (just one of the experiments that had been done on them). I think I’d cringe too!



Perhaps we can develop some technology that lets us hear trees screaming when we cut them and turn them into paper. At least that would make a difference.