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On becoming God - Rumi poetry thread 2017-04-13 12:04:34 Post No. 18888475
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Don‘t think that saying "I am God" is proclaiming one‘s greatness.
It is actually total humility.
Some one who says, "I am the servant of God" infers two – God and himself –
whereas someone who says, "I am God", negates himself.
He relinquishes his own existence.
"I am God" means "I don‘t exist. Everything is God. Only God exists. I am nothing. I am utter emptiness".
This is complete humility not arrogance, but people often misunderstand.
When someone says he is God‘s servant, he still sees himself as a doer, albeit in God‘s service.
He is not yet drowned in the Ocean of God. When he is, there will be no such thing as 'his actions', only movements of water.
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>>18888475
>I am God Duality
>I am an there is no God also duality.
It is
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>>18888475
The moment you point it out, it illudes you.
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>this is my spirituality
>claiming godhood
So, if you're wrong...
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>>18888481
There is nothing to lay claim, nothing to do, nothing to achieve.
That's the beautiful thing
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>>18888481
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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upload download
we have it all
electronically glitters
this digital star
have you heard
the singing crow
let it bring you
eternal glow
if you wanst
then you will have
this precious thing
that forever lasts
i load myself
with dirt
hoping for the wash
to bring IT forth
pangs and pains
were mine to have
forever now
it comes to pass
deep deep down
it glimmerly glows
chasing my shadow
the hotness erodes
immense compulsion
tears you apart
then you remember it is just art
mine yours or whatever
can you hold it?
and then who
controls the weather
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>>18888513
Roses are flowers
Violets are too
Your poetry sucks
Go fuck yourself
-God
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Is this a poetry thread now
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>>18888519
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
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>>18888525
Oh Yeah!
I ordered a backpage whore
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>>18888527
Was she asian?
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>>18888531
She was when I was done with her, if you know what I am saying!
I don't know what I am saying.
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>>18888534
I get you!
I don't know what im saying or doing most of the time either it's okay ^:)
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