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Rumi’s Add Vice

Posted in Health and Wellness with tags on December 19, 2013 by ctkwingchun

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Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
― Rumi

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
― Rumi

At Dawn

Posted in Health and Wellness, Martial Arts and Training with tags , on November 23, 2012 by ctkwingchun

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.  Don’t go back to sleep. – Rumi

Up before the sun.  Fog on the water.  Workout.  Walk dog.  Feed chickens.  Make breakfast for the fam.  Don’t eat it.  Fasting.  Work.

Push.  Acupuncture.  Write.  Kung-Fu.  Dream.  Query letters.  Emails.

Home.  Cuddle.  Movie.  Love.


Collected: Tattoos on the Heart

Posted in Quotes and Articles with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2012 by ctkwingchun

The poet Rumi writes, “Find the real world, give it endlessly away, grow rich flinging gold to all who ask.  Live at the empty heart of paradox.  I’ll dance there with you – cheek to cheek.”

With That Moon Language by Hafez
Admit something;
Everyone you see, you say to them,
“Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to

A homie supplies an excuse to Norma Gillette, who has worked at Homeboy longer than anybody and consequently has heard it all: the homie says to her, “I have Anal Blindness.”  “Anal Blindness?” she says.  “Yeah, I just can’t see my ass coming to work today.”

The poet Rumi writes, “Close both eyes to see with the other eye.”

Woody Allen says, “I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

Thich Naht Hahn writes that “our true home is the present moment, the miracle is not to walk on water.  The miracle is to walk on the green earth in the present moment.”

Emily Dickenson writes, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, that sings the song without the words and never stops at all.”

“How many things have to happen to you,” Robert Frost writes, “before something occurs to you?”

“You are the sky,” as Pema Chodron would insist.  “Everything else, it’s just weather.”

Mary Oliver writes, “There are things you can’t reach.  But you can reach out to them, and all day long.”

Read the book:

Gathering by Rumi

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on September 30, 2011 by His Dark Side

This is a gathering of Lovers.

In this gathering 

there is no high, no low,

no smart, no ignorant,

no special assembly, 

no grand discourse, 

no proper schooling required.

There is no master,

no disciple.

This gathering is more like a drunken party,

full of tricksters, fools, 

mad men and mad women.

This is a gathering of Lovers.

by Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on September 8, 2011 by ctkwingchun

Longing is the core of mystery.
Longing itself brings the cure.
The only rule is, Suffer the pain.

Your desire must be disciplined,
and what you want to happen
in time, sacrificed.

Rumi – The Essential Rumi – Coleman Barks


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on September 15, 2010 by ctkwingchun

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The living word of pure Consciousness – you are That.
The reflection of the King’s Face – you are That.
There is nothing outside of yourself,

Look within,

Everything you want is there – you are That.

I Found Him

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 10, 2010 by ctkwingchun

I looked upon every Cross, in every church,
yet He was not there.

I went to the temples of India
and the shrines of China
yet He was not there.

I searched the mountains of Herat and Candalar
yet He was not there.

I scaled the distant peak of Mount Qaf
only to find
the empty nest of the Phoenix.

I visited the Ka’be
but He was not in that tourist site
amidst the pilgrims young and old.

I read the books of Avicenna
but His wisdom went beyond all the words.

I went to the highest court,
within the distance of “two-bow lengths,”
yet He was not there.

Then I looked within my own heart
and there I found Him-
He was nowhere else.

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