[Thespiritexpress] Poetic Meditative Moments

[Roz]

Dear Scottie 
I love what you wrote, so simple and so true!  Thanks!

🩷 Roz
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> On Mar 4, 2026, at 10:48 PM, rnadeau via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
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> Thank you Ed 
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> ~~~~ Your greeting at that precedes the poem is what touched me more than the Barks poem which is also 
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> most wonderful~~~ but what you wrote about awareness after just a few Para’s of The Recognition Sutras
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> felt like a direct transmission~. We are entering into a very deep dive with this work that bundles all of the previous 
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> studies and carries us further into the Mystery. 
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> One Love,
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> Ron 
> ⭕️
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>> On 4 Mar 2026, at 9:25 p.m., Ed Balldinger via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
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>> Greetings Dear People ~ 
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>> I was asked to share this poetic moment that came to me during meditation prior to Recognition Sutras class on Tuesday this week:
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>> My egoic self accepted a meditative role as the blower away of all that wants to stay as awareness sits in silence watching the blower blow. 
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>> I also want to share the Rumi poem (translated by Coleman Barks) that I read before class on Tuesday, called, “Fish, Look.”
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>> Look, Fish
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>> I saw the friend clearly,
>> and I stopped reading books and memorizing poems. 
>> I quit going to church and fasting
>> to be a better person.
>> I quit worrying about when I should be praying.
>> I saw how I was undisciplined and toxic.
>> I saw how lovely and strong.
>> No mercy for the drunk, a full sentence.
>>  
>> Let the beautiful one come out in fine clothes.
>> Wind his hair into God’s rope.
>> Twist the braids into a cross for Christians to see.
>> His light is better than the sun’s.
>> How could he have gotten so withered and weak?
>> Now he jokes and pounds the table.
>> He was wine under a lid, Joseph at the bottom of the well.
>> Know yourself in the light of the true ones,
>> as the ground sees its face in a garden,
>> as rock knows its own secret when put next to a ruby,
>> iron next to polished steel.  Come into existence.
>>  
>> Flies go round to every pile of dung,
>> and finally out of that compost comes the Anya bird,
>> the true man.  When a person is born
>> of this new moment, it does not wear off tomorrow.
>> Sit with lovers and be useful.  Do not wander away.
>> Look, fish, at the ocean behind you.
>> Go back where you came from, sea creature.
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>> You hear the sound of water,
>> and you know where you want to be.
>> Why wait?  You have gone places that you regret going
>> for money and other reasons.  Do not do that again.
>> Water says, Live here.
>> Do not carry me around in buckets and pans.
>> Those are false duties.  Rest and be quiet. 
>>  
>>           ~ Rumi
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>> Peace and harmony to all, 
>> 
>> ~ Ed Balldinger
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