'Right' and 'Wrong' in 'Saving the World'

Scene: " Stumbling Again in Saving the World and Soul Enterprises"
Do take into account the "quotation marks"

Linking inner and outer work again, finding a place for ‘righteous’ anger, frustration, hurt and for making judgment a bit more relative and humble. Dealing with the pain and frustration the state of the world or a new found-and-lost-friend causes in a new ‘us’, the light warriors, those who are on the way of becoming
endangered by our own righteous thinking on what we identity as ‘good’ causes and the ‘true explanation’. Of course, I still believe and still work my body and soul off for a world where men don’t kill themselves over any ridiculous reasons. Where women’s bodies, which I happen to inhabit most of the time, are not the most horrific battle fields, literally and metaphorically. Where children don’t starve in front of big restaurants where well-off people can afford to eat. And so on. But I also have to admit that the frustration and hopelessness I feel over any little or big thing, the anger and the pain demanding a place in me are probably not very different from those experienced by the others that engage in the most brutal things out there. The more I look around at my fellow workers of all kinds with new eyes, the more wounded-ness and brokenness I see. The more projection of the evil in the other, conveniently getting the ‘me’- speaking- off the hook.
Patience to breath in, step back and see the bigger perspective. Non-attachment, not getting hooked up to either pain or happiness as todo pasa, everything comes and goes with the same intensity. Big words, little me and us adding constantly to the confusion around. Lost and without inner compasses that can show us the direction through the other out of this collective mess.
How to keep sane without a rooting in spirituality, beats me. Spirituality as a set of ways to cope with the madness of the world we are thrown in and expected to manage. Looking for roots then, having shied away from all institutionalized religions and the harm they have done, and from things deemed too ‘spiritual’ in our amnesia.
And the mystics, the crazy poets from all times and traditions, they have broken free from narrow notions of God and may hold some keys for us. Make the universe reveal a secret as Hafiz says. To open up new meanings beyond me and you, the us and them barricades, and thus new ways of working, from a different place, new alternatives to explore when the blaming game, and eternal judgment and punishment get us nowhere.

Joining the beggars, in the open!
Hafiz may call them “the king’s”,
but we are still dirty and smelly
fearful of being unlovable,
damn insecure at times
but pretending everything’s always cool,
another way of fooling ourselves,
wearing just half of the lenses we could.

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Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even
the phrase
"each other" doesn't make any sense.
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Hafiz

A Golden Compass


Forget every idea of right and wrong
Any classroom ever taught you

Because an empty heart, a tormented mind,
unkindness, jealousy and fear
are always the testimony
that you have been completely fooled.

Turn your back on those who would
imprison your wondrous spirit
with deceit and lies

Come join the honest company of the king’s beggars,
those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns and those
astonishing fair courtesans who need divine love every night

Come join the courageous who have no choice
but to bet their entire world that indeed God is real

Let me lead you into the circle of the beloved’s cunning thieves,
those playful royal rouges, the ones you can trust for true guidance
who can aid you in this blessed calamity of life.

Hafiz,
Look at the Perfect One
At the Circle’s center:
He spins and whirls as a Golden Compass
Beyond all that is Rational
To show this dear world

That Everything,
Everything in existence
Does point to God.

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Kabir


No harm done


There is a sword in a museum not far from me,

It was once used by a great prince

who defended his country and faith,

and many limbs and heads it severed.

One day that sword will die

as all things will,

and it will stand before God

and the sword's eyes will behold

the splendor of heaven behind our Beloved,

and the sword will wonder with all of its heart,

"Will He let me in, because of my life?"


And God will say to that sword,

as He does to every creature,

"No harm done. No harm done.

Forever welcomed are all."



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Hafiz

You Were Brave in that Holy War

You have done well
In the contest of madness.

You were brave in that holy war.

You have all the honorable wounds
Of one who has tried to find love
Where the Beautiful Bird
Does not drink.

May I speak to you
Like we are close
And locked away together?

Once I found a stray kitten
And I used to soak my fingers
In warm milk;

It came to think I was five mothers
On one hand.

Wayfarer,
Why not rest your tired body?
Lean back and close your eyes.

Come morning
I will kneel by your side and feed you.
I will so gently
Spread open your mouth
And let you taste something of my
Sacred mind and life.

Surely
There is something wrong
With your ideas of
God

O, surely there is something wrong
With your ideas of
God

If you think
Our Beloved would not be so
Tender.

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Kabir
How Humble is God
God is the tree in the forests that
allows itself to die
and will not defend itself in front of those
with the ax,
not wanting to cause them
shame.

And God is the earth that will allow itself to be deformed
by man’s tools, but He cries;
yes, God cries,
but only in front of His closest ones.

And a beautiful animal is being beaten to death,

but nothing can make God break His silence
to the masses
 and say,
“Stop, please stop, why are you doing this
to Me?”
How humble is God?
Kabir wept

when I
knew.

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Hafiz
It happens all the time in heaven

It happens all the time in heaven,

And some day

It will begin to happen Again on earth –

That men and women who are married,

And men and men who are
Lovers,

And women and women 
Who give each other 
Light,

Often will get down on their knees

And while so tenderly

Holding their lover's hand,

With tears in their eyes,

Will sincerely speak, saying,
"My dear,

How can I be more loving to you;
How can I be more
Kind?"

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Rumi

Reason has no way of knowing it’s love
Only love opens that Secret.