What inspires you from your faith?

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    Precept Dedication Prayer

    by Shantideva, revised by His Holiness the Fourteenth Dalai Lama

    May all beings everywhere,
    Plagued by sufferings of body and mind,
    Obtain an ocean of happiness and joy
    By virtue of my merits.
    May no living creature suffer,
    Commit evil or ever fall ill.
    May no one be afraid or belittled,
    With a mind weighed down by depression.

    May the blind see forms,
    And the deaf hear sounds.
    May those whose bodies are worn with toil
    Be restored on finding repose.

    May the naked find clothing,
    The hungry find food.
    May the thirsty find water
    And delicious drinks.

    May the poor find wealth,
    Those weak with sorrow find joy.
    May the forlorn find hope,
    Constant happiness and prosperity.

    May there be timely rains
    And bountiful harvests.
    May all medicines be effective
    And wholesome prayers bear fruit.

    May all who are sick and ill
    Quickly be freed from their ailments.
    Whatever diseases there are in the world,
    May they never occur again.

    May the frightened cease to be afraid
    And those bound be freed.
    May the powerless find power
    And may people think of benefiting each other.




    This one does it for me. I've been battling a severe depression and this one really helps.
     
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    The Truth, The Spirit, The example of those who rely on Divine Providence
     
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    I was thinking more in terms of poems. This is one of my favorites from the great Sufi mystic Rumi. And they say there is no beauty in Islam

    The grapes of my body can only become wine
    After the winemaker tramples me.
    I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
    So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
    Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
    "I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty"
    The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: "I am not working in ignorance
    You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
    But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
    And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
    You will never be done praising my name."

    Rumi
     
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    Your poem is gibberish.
     
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    Now I lay me down, to sleep.
    I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.
    If I should die before I wake,
    I pray the Lord, my soul to take.
     
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    That's because you don't understand it. It's describing the spiritual work of grinding down the ego to let the light of wisdom shine through.
     
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    hes a troll, dont worry about it, its a very nice poem
     
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    Authored by "Rumi"? That wouldn't be Donald Rumsfeld would it?
     
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    Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!
     
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    Kubla Khan
    Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment

    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
    A stately pleasure dome decree:
    Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
    Through caverns measureless to man
    Down to a sunless sea.
    So twice five miles of fertile ground
    With walls and towers were girdled round:
    And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
    Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
    And here were forests ancient as the hills,
    Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

    But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
    Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
    A savage place! as holy and enchanted
    As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
    By woman wailing for her demon lover!
    And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
    As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
    A mighty fountain momently was forced:
    Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
    Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
    Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
    And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
    It flung up momently the sacred river.
    Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
    Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
    Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
    And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
    And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
    Ancestral voices prophesying war!

    The shadow of the dome of pleasure
    Floated midway on the waves;
    Where was heard the mingled measure
    From the fountain and the caves.
    It was a miracle of rare device,
    A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
    A damsel with a dulcimer
    In a vision once I saw;
    It was an Abyssinian maid,
    And on her dulcimer she played,
    Singing of Mount Abora.
    Could I revive within me
    Her symphony and song,
    To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
    That with music loud and long,
    I would build that dome in air,
    That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
    And all who heard should see them there,
    And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
    His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
    Weave a circle round him thrice,
    And close your eyes with holy dread,
    For he on honey-dew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise.









    Kubla Khan Poem Text

    it is one of the great unfinished works.....


    "days of dreams
    nights of quest

    on sunday we go to church'



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