Walking AS Love with Rupert Spira
GoOD Mornings with CurlyNikki
Nikki Walton
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🗓️ 27 September 2021
⏱️ 6 minutes
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One of my favorite spiritual messengers, Rupert Spira, penned a DELICIOUS poem at the top of the year, and he gave me his blessing to share it with you!
Lockdown Nights in Oxford by Rupert Spira, author of Being Myself
"Last night I walked the streets of Oxford with Kabir
The night before it was Jesus
And the night before, Rumi visited, uninvited!
Every night a different companion but always the same Friend
Why go anywhere when the Beloved always comes to you?
I pointed out the smiling houses to Kabir
(Have you noticed that houses have a face?)
‘It is I who am smiling’, he said.
‘I am happy to see you’, I said to Atmananda the next night
‘You are happiness itself’, he replied.
I stood outside a chapel
And listened to a choir with Brother Lawrence
‘Our love for God is God’s love for us’, he said.
And the next night, Meister Eckhart,
‘There is a huge silence inside each of us
That beckons us into itself’
‘Know nothing’, Socrates said the following night
‘Be everything’, added Parmenides.
I showed Plotinus the gardens
But he said, ‘I see only one thing’
I talked with the Buddha
But he remained silent
I was silent with Moses
But he started to sing
I uttered the word ‘I’
But Balyani held his hand to my mouth
I asked Huang Po if he could hear the stream
‘There is only the hearing’, he said.
I found William Blake naked in the park
‘Do you see how, through perception, the infinite gives birth to itself?’
he asked
‘He’s right’, Ramana said,
‘The universe is born every moment
Through the portal I Am’
And later, when I suggested we rest,
‘I am always at rest’, he smiled
‘Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair,
Thyself how wondrous then?’
Milton asked ecstatically as we looked at the sky
‘Everything shines with being’, Wordsworth said
I offered Jesus a drink
‘I am the water of life’, he said.
I walked in silence with Francis
‘My silence is my question’, I said
‘My silence is my answer’, he replied
I walked alone one night
With the world for my Friend
The next night I found Hafiz drunk on a bench
‘Come taste this wine!’ he called
Shams came to join us
‘I am looking for the Friend’, he sighed.
‘I love these night-time walks’, I said to Anandamaya Ma
‘Love only love’, she said
I listened to barking dogs with Abinavagupta
‘Know only knowing’, he said
‘I am…’
‘Shhh! Don’t add anything to it’,
Sri Nisargadatta exclaimed.
I danced down the street with Mozart
I prayed in every step with Bach
I leaned with Primo Levi against a wall
Watching friends and lovers and strangers
‘Each of us’, he said ‘bears the imprint
Of a friend met along the way;
In each the trace of each’
Yeats joined us
‘There are no strangers here’, he said
‘Only friends we haven’t yet met’
And Rembrandt agreed
‘If you look at anyone for long enough’, he said
They will eventually become your friend’
I watched the sun set with Shelley one night
‘The One remains, the many change and pass’, he said
And then, as the moon arose,
‘Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragm
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| 0:00.0 | Where ever you are in the world, wherever my voice finds you, I'm not a bad person. |
| 0:25.0 | Wherever you are in the world, wherever my voice finds you, I want you to smile and |
| 0:32.0 | bring some attention into your heart. |
| 0:36.0 | And to fill the love that was waiting on you to remember it. |
| 0:43.0 | Truly only this love is here. |
| 0:49.0 | And right now it appears to be taking the form of you and me. |
| 0:54.0 | And it's also taking shape as one of my favorite spiritual teachers, Rupert Spira. |
| 0:59.0 | He wrote a poem about this love during lockdown earlier this year. |
| 1:04.0 | He'd take late night walks and Oxford. |
| 1:07.0 | But he wasn't alone, just like you're never alone. |
| 1:10.0 | This love is here and he imagined what it would be like if that love was appearing |
| 1:15.0 | as some of his favorite spiritual teachers and messengers. |
| 1:20.0 | And he gave me his blessing to share it with you today. |
| 1:23.0 | It's called Lockdown Nights in Oxford by Rupert Spira. |
| 1:30.0 | Last night I walked the streets of Oxford with Kebier. |
| 1:34.0 | The night before it was Jesus and the night before that roomy visited, uninvited. |
| 1:39.0 | Every night a different companion, but always the same friend. |
| 1:44.0 | Why go anywhere when the beloved always comes to you? |
| 1:48.0 | I pointed out the smiling houses to Kebier. |
| 1:52.0 | Have you noticed that houses have a face? |
| 1:55.0 | It is I who am smiling, he said. |
| 1:59.0 | I'm happy to see you. |
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