Sahaja Yoga Meditation

Haji Bektash Veli  was a Persian mystic, humanist and philosopher from Nishapur in Khorasan, Persia (modern-day Iran). He lived from approximately 1209-1271 in Anatolia. Here are some extracts of his principles on poems

Seek and find!
Whatever you are looking for, seek it within yourself.

Educate your women. No nation can rise where women are not allowed to study.

The one who doesn't know himself cannot know the Creator.

A wise man is not only pure himself but purifies others.

How fortunate are the ones holding light against the darkness of thoughts.

Whoever wants his fellowmen to be good let he be good himself.

If you can't bake what is raw at least don't make raw what has been baked.

Look as you are, or at least be as you look like...

If you want to reach don't go all over.

Be like a balm not like a thorn.

We don't look at the word or language, we look at the heart and soul.

If you are to stand up, do it for serving.
If you are to talk, do it with wisdom.
If you are to sit down, do it with dignity.

I have a desire from You, O God,
And that is pure desirelessness.
O, Granter of all desires,
Let my one desire be fulfilled.

This world is is like a feast,
Desires come, desires go.
If you have found us,
Feed no other desire in you.

Don't take off the cloth of your bashfulness until the moment of your death.

Try and meet the wise.
ry and not argue the clever.

Even when hurt, don't hurt.

Seeking is an open challenge.

A satisfied person is the owner of the biggest wealth.

Every man has three friends: patience, satisfaction and bashfulness.

Was your soul an orchard, water it with the water of wisdom.

To know the enlightened one is very hard.
Both his art and his act are just as secret as his self.

Be like balm for the wounds of the human soul.

For the one who understands and loves, this world is a paradise!

Between your heart and the Almighty there is no place to hang a curtain.

O you, always repenting one,
Tell me one thing,
When will you repent
of all this your repentance?

Blame no one, blame no nation!

Never forget that your enemy even is a human being.

How can one know the heart when one doesn't eye his own heart?

Don't utter that which you have not seen nor heard.

Don't think the past,
Don't anguish for the future,
Enjoy the moment you live.

Rather than your cloths or body, clean your heart.

The prophets and the saints are God's present to humankind.
The prophets and the saints are doctors of your heart and soul.

As the road that leads to God passes through my being, I've seen its end!

If you could imagine, a small stream, somewhere, lost in the high green, lush hills, out of sight. And only by chance, a decision was made to find out that… that sound, that sense, that there was something, something of a nourishment, somewhere. After being lead here and there and all over, I sat… I sat down with a …not a bitterness…but a …surrender.

Then what I found, what I found was right under my nose, right before me, this clear pure water, springing from the lush green hills; just a trickle. I knelt down, bent my head, opened my hands and pressed the coolness to my face. This was the quenching waters, so pure…so I drank. Raising my head I saw that this little trickle flowed, so I followed.

What I soon realized is that the trickle had turned into a stream, the stream had turned into a flow and now the flow parted further and further the two sides of the banks and all I saw was a torrent of water leading to the sea. I stood, I looked for a moment, I hesitated and looked back from where I had come. I no longer recognized the land and only a distant memory of a time before remained. Time lingered as I remained there.

The shade of a tree covered my back, so I sat for a while and gazed at the green leaves blowing in the wind. The sun was hot and the leaves did soon brown and fall from the tree, so I to was left to the shadeless tree with the sun burning my neck. I stood and walked to the water. The rushing purity, the crystal clear beauty, the freshness of the mist rising from the surging flow. I was lost in its beauty. My heart rose to my head and enveloped all my thoughts, all my desire, all of my doubt, and I merged full with the flowing river, headed toward the ocean.

All is pure. All is light. All is!

Author: A Melbourne Sahaja Yogi

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