Couple of weeks ago I was consoling a friend who had been going through some rough patches lately. He then recalled a story that his father had told him when he was younger relaying the fact that no matter what we wish for, life always has ups and downs in store for all of us.
Sohrab Sepehri was born on 6 October 1928 in Qom, Iran (Most biographies show Kashan as his birthplace. His descendants were from Kashan and he grew up in Kashan, so he is from Kashan but born in Qom according to his posthumously published autobiography and the credible Encyclopaedia Iranica website). Born with an artistic pedigree
(Little pond of "Now" is the name I have given to a selection from Sohrab Sepehri's long poem Water's Footfall.*) Life is taking a dip,in the little pond of “Now”.Let’s take off our clothes,the water is just a step away.Let’s taste the light. Little pond of "Now" I hear the garden breathing, and the
I just thought to share with you some pictures from my recent program in Alice Springs which was held as a small fundraiser for the people of Nepal affected by the recent earthquakes. Held in a majestic location; a riverbed near Emily Gap; next to an amazing ancient tree holding us all in her field. About thirty
Transpersonal Psychology is gradually gaining more interest and it is my privilege to be giving a presentation this coming Wednesday for the Transpersonal Psychology Interest Group (TPIG) of the Australian Psychological Society (APS). The details from Dr Jonathan Tandos; Acting National Convenor TPIG APS; are below. Self-realisation in Rumi’s psychology: Journey of transformation from ego self to
He is quick, thinking in clear images; I am slow, thinking in broken images. He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images; I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images. Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance; Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance. Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact; Questioning their relevance, I question the fact. When the
"Who am I?" Rumi poem with original Persian recitation Rumi's poetry could be truly transformative. This is one of the ones I loved so much that I decided to translate it to English (Rumi wrote predominantly in his mother tongue, Persian). It beautifully describes the messiness of being a human; struggling with temptations, insecurities, thoughts
In a recent seminar, someone asked me about a spiritual experience she often has during meditation and wondered why such beautiful experience repeatedly reaches a certain height and stops despite her longing for it to go higher. My response to her was along the lines that no one really knows, but I wonder why you want it to go “higher”? Is there a value judgement here that the higher the experience the better? It would be worthwhile to explore where such belief comes from for you.
Source of the new! There surely exists a deeper world. What’s the telling sign you ask? The renewal of the moments, the passing of the old. A new day, a new night; new gardens, new life, every breath brings about fresh insights; newness is richness, joyfulness. Where does the new come from? Where does the
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
