Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Lord, everything is you, both good and bad, and the marvel is , no evil comes from you..!!
those who love you ( Lord ) ,
weep in their laughter ;
those who know you ,
laugh in their weeping ..
if you are really a man of the path, abstain awhile from looking at yourself ..!
let others be heedless, you be prudent , and hold your tongue along this path ( Journey )

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I learned several things at once:

Decisions are not to be based on our relationships with others, but on our relationship with Being.

Anger is no good, on Self or the Other.

The best basis of action is to do the appropriate thing.

If I hurt the Universe, or plan to, it will hurt me.

I planned to abandon my Universe, my Universe showed it will leave me stranded.

I am loved, but being ungrateful.

I need to be truthful; and at the same time, stop imagining.

If I am consistently led to imagining ill, then the key question is where is the discontent coming from?

I should remove myself from my circumstances.
There is violence in the air, and I absorb illness from my surroundings.

Yesterday, a couple of people expressed to me an almost similar discontent; that quite buzzing feeling.

So I will go, but not at the cost of breaking hearts.

If I break expectations, it must be for Allah's sake, not my private agenda.

In taking action for Allah is blessing; in serving self's interest is hell.

This is all for the good, and the better.

I must align my perceptions quickly, for the Universe is under a great shift - the NOW moment is out to abolish the past and the future.

The Matrix indeed is being reloaded.

The Universe is really a mirror of my being. What I do to it, it does to me!

This is very insightful spiritual lesson that I was meant to have.

Having learned these, my strange mental condition - "constriction" as its technically called in spirituality - nearly abolished. I feel an expansion of the heart, a calmness.

Someone said,

"Sometimes we try to move a giant tree, when Allah only expects us to plant a seed."

So I sit, I wait for the seed to show what it will grow into.

If it dies, so it is by the will of Allah.

I am not at odds with my Universe anymore.

May my heart be in peace!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Do not become.
Do not try.
Finally, finally, finally,
I overcame a great reluctance - and did something I ought to have done a long time ago.
Wow. I am feeling absolutely calm, and free.
And I am getting my single-minded focus back again.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Allah is the Protecting
Friend of those who believe.
He brings them out of the darknesses into the light.
(Quran Surah al-Baqara 2:257)

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Dullard Sage

Lost in myself
I reappeared
I know not where
a drop that rose
from the sea and fell
and dissolved again;
a shadow that stretched
itself out at dawn,
when the sun
reached noon
I disappeared.
I have no news
of my coming or passing away--
the whole thing happened quicker than a breath;
ask no questions of the moth.
In the candle flame of his face
I have forgotten all the answers.
In the way of love
there must be knowledge and ignorance
I have become both a dullard and a sage;
one must be an eye and yet not see so
I am blind and yet
I still perceive,
Dust be on my head if
I can say where
I in bewilderment have wandered:
Attar watched his heart
transcend both worlds and under its shadow
now is gone mad with love.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Farid ud-Din Attar


cold dark nites, stars twinklin in the dark sheet..
the dim falme of the candle, its existance in this cold wind..
where has all my restlesnes gone..
or i stand on the border of peace..

what is the romance in this cold dark nite..
the spel on the stars , the majestic delight..
a festival of celebrated dreams and old memories..
i see it through the misty window panes..

who has come..
my soul is alive
my veins rejoicing the moment..
songs and balads that come to my domain again..
radiance, warmth, love, ecstasy in this cold dark nite..

this foggy air , the nebulous reprsie.
the tunes of the songs we sang together on the boats..
the tunes, the melody we gave to the seas..
am i an unfathommable ocean of hope and faith?

my soul mellows down..
my veins feel..
let this moment b lived forever..
for i m immortal, i ignite..
in this falme so radiant and divine..
pure ,sacred..
i m a temple or a shrine..
lost in the domain of my ecstasy..

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

"...And Allah is not unaware of what you do."
(Surah Al-Baqarah, Chapter 2, Ayah 74)

love by Maulana Jalal uddin Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said,
what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
My self revolted against me, and I thought I was either going to die, or end my own life. Either way, someone I deeply care about would not be around much longer.

That was not a happy thought.

I wanted to run away.
To go elsewhere. To start another life.

And yet the calm internal voice said, "If you persist, you will arrive." It's just one of things that you know. You just know.

I knew I was under great metamorphosis. I also knew it was all for the great better. I knew it would "end." I knew my ego was putting up a great resistance, killing me from inside. And I also knew that if somehow I could not manage this state, I could end up dead or dangerous. So I briefly reverted to medicine to calm my mind - and then even gave that up. Let the pain do what it's meant to do: LEAVE ME!

"Surrender!" said my wise friend. I knew I must, but my ego roared in anger. After all, it had served me for a long time, but I have grown now. I walked that thin line between surrendering to what is, and surrendering to another's ego - and could not remember how to FORGET to see the difference between the two.How to see One? How to see that all things come from and return to One?

I decided to surrender, not knowing how to, but knowing that responsibility of self is the only true choice of the free.

To be specific, I chose to control what I could, and let go of the rest.I also realized that there are many things I have to take control of in my life, and I decided to do that, step by step.

But it was all such a toil, and I realized that I cannot go ahead with myself if I keep denying myself as the basic unit of my existence. What does that mean?

That means that I am not to give up shaping my life - and enjoy the beauty of this very work. But that I cannot deny my essence. Of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil I had eaten the fruit. But my soul no longer accepts the enslavement.

When Friend said to me, "You are a free spirit!" it was as though a lid lifted off, and my soul steamed up and up!

I surrendered first to my hardship, and then to my essence. My hardship came to me for my essence is free.

When I started writing this, I thought I was going to write something short, lyrical, and mysterious. But now I am going to write the story - plain and simple as it is.

So. Well. This is I am. Right now. Comfortable with ambiguity. Certain of my unsureness. Yet in command.

I have surrendered to my condition, and in return, I am given what I was promised: my true self. I cannot explain my joy at this simple freedom: the freedom to choose my response, and to act it out.

But it is not a theoretical or worse - a delusional freedom. The results are immediate. In my work recently, I could see that I was not attracting energy. This is very unusual for me, for I have always had a verve for life and my project that others have found infectious. I know it, so I am neither shy nor humble - it is as it is. Yet I sensed that I was no longer projecting this love for life, but a darkness.

The simple act of me accepting myself has given me the freedom to love my life and work again- and that has once again attracted energy. Above all, after a long time, I have learned to say, "No."No.

No one else defines me. I know who I am. It does not matter if I do not know where I am going. Do you know where you are going? No. That's not the point at all. The point was to know


The surrender that I was not making was my acceptance of who I am. It was the ego's insistence to stay involved in the little and the old. It sometimes seems fair, and it could very well be a part of our story. This is not a matter to be negotiated with the Writer of our story, for if we trust Allah, there is a better story for us than one we write for ourselves - because this latter one fails.

How liberating to be who you are, independent of others' definitions and demarcations of you!

And it is in this state that one enjoys true freedom and responsibility.

Sooner or Later, we all have to wake up ...

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

O Allah..

O Allah!

Bestow complete blessings and perfect peace on Sayyidina Muhammad and for his sake may all our difficulties be removed, all calamities and agonies prevented; all needs fulfilled; all our cherished desires obtained; and a felicitous end to earthly life attained (with Imaan); and (give us) rain-showering clouds through the generous countenance of the Prophet, and (bestow blessings and peace as well) on his family and companions in every moment and every breath, as many times as is in Your Knowledge (that is unlimited blessings).


EId Malid Nabi (S.A.W.W) Mubarak to all of you ..

Jazak Allah

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Don’t place too much emphasis on what you see with these eyes
Qul lan yuseebana illa ma katab Allahu lana huwa mawlana
wal Allahi fal ya tawakkal almuminoona.

Say, "Never will we be struck except by what Allah has decreed for us;
He is our protector."
And upon Allah let the believers rely.
Quran (9:51)
“By the soul and the proportion and order given to it,
its inspiration as to its wrong and its right;
Truly he succeeds who purifies it, and he fails that corrupts it.”
Quran (91:7-10)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty, our eyes could never see!!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

"Our Lord!
Let not our hearts deviate (from the truth) after You have guided us, and grant us mercy from You. Truly, You are the Bestower."
(Aal-e-Imran, Chapter #3, Verse #8)

ربِّ زِدْنِي عِلْماً

Rabbi Zidni 'ilma

'My Lord! Increase me in knowledge' (20:114)

Oh my dear God! I just had a realization - for a certain billionth time!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.
When you enter the Room of Now, do close the Door of Past behind you. If not, you will be consumed, and the Corridors of Future will be annihilated with you.

Open your eyes!
See the great dance this illusion is in!
See Creation at its being!
See how every moment shapes itself, and nothing is the same forever!
Sense who you are be-ing!

Be fascinated!

Yet know that a human heart's flight is even beyond, beyond this illusion! You have no moment to lose in the illusion, for you are to transcend it!

Do not fear loss, there is no such thing.

Do not be afraid: the distractions are just to tease you to realize the significance of the Path; they are part of the entrapment of this maze.

You transcend,
you transcend.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Light and Darkness

When the first man was complete he was asked to look over his right shoulder. There were three lights. He asked the first light its name and where it resided.

"I am Intelligence"
it said "
and I live in your head"

He asked the second light the same question" I am Conscious and I reside in your eyes"

He looked at the third light and had to shield his eyes from the glow: "Who are you and where do you live?" he asked

The Light answered "I am Compassion and I live in your heart"

On the other side of Prophet Adam (AS) stood three darknesses

He forced himself to ask the first darkness its name. "I am Arrogance and I live in your head"

"This is Impossible" cried Adam(AS) "for that is where Intelligence lives " "Only until I enter; than there is no room for intelligence" said the darkness"

And who are you?" Adam (AS) asked the second darkness

"My name is Insatiable Ambition and I reside in your eyes"

"That is where Conscious lives" said Adam(AS)

"Not when I am there" uttered Ambition."And You ... who are You? the third darkness was questioned

"I am known as Envy and I occupy space in your heart"

"Compassion is in my heart" said Adam(AS)"

When I enter your heart," whispered Envy with a smile " Compassion departs"

The Greatest Gift God has given is the gift of worship; to worship Him. But He has allowed us free will to decide whether we want to do it or not.

For anyone whose soul is brushed in the slightest with the poetry of Rumi, love and poetry become inseparable after that beautiful accident. Or to say it another way, love becomes poetry.

One of my favorite words these days seems to be "lyrical."

The idea of lyrics is closely tied with fluidity.

Lyrics flow.

The state of fluidity is to have no blocks.

There are no blocks once there is no resistance.

No resistance is surrender.

Surrender is to allow life to be lyrical. To allow life to reveal its poetry.

But I was speaking of love - and poetry. In a state of surrender to the energy of Love, we feel its force, its ebb and flow, its rising and falling, much as we experience poetry. Love has its own rhythm.

And it is this rhythm which may explain the connection between poetry & love, and Rumi's words and a divine sense of love that is at once individual. Rhythm is the ebb and flow of energy. A rhythm that flows out of surrender has an energy that is out-flowing and abundant. It is an energy that gives. It is an energy that is the force of life. It is the kind of energy that you can see throbbing alive in a leaf, or the warmth of the one you love.

I feel at once in a state of surrender, and of love. And the beauty is, that this is love that is not demanding me to split between The Divine and the Human - it is the One and the Same. Indeed, is it not the beauty of Rumi's poetry? The universality?

Yet was it of Rumi that I meant to write?

No, I meant to write of just poetry, love, and I.

A few days ago,a poem occured to me. It was inspired by human love, yet when I began to write, I addressed it at once to God and human. Is there a difference? No longer, for me. It cannot be, because if one speaks of love, and holds the concept in integrity, then there cannot be God and another who is somehow apart from God.

Let this not confuse minds. It means that once we surrender to God's Will, love flows out of it that bathes our Universe in its glory. After that, whoever we love is by the Will of God, and that makes our love no separate from God (Who we know through Hu's Will).

Have I made this complicated? I am interpreting the lyrics, which is not a fine practice. Love is poetry, and great poetry is a bit of mystery. Yet these are times of mysteries unraveling, thus we know all is One. If it were a mystery, we'd still see more of everything.

I am not making sense. My head is still full of poetry, intertwined with the oft-unmagical quality of this existence. But I love this unmagicness, for it allows me to transform it through love, and a bit of poetry.

Courtesy : Prophecy and Rumi Sushi

Monday, February 1, 2010


I appeal to the goodness in you to let goodness prevail. You must acknowledge the progress you have made on your path - do not allow it to be destroyed by fear or greed. Do not speak words of anger or of sarcasm. Fear Allah. Be fair. Do not, also, be soft and appeasing. Speak the truth in whatever tone you have been granted with. Truth is a strength unto itself, it requires no shouting. It only requires the conviction and the honesty of the one speaking it.

Do not let Ego change its ever subtle shape and trap you in its ploy. Beware of the dangers on your Path. Awareness overcomes unconsciousness.

Trust yourself, communicate with yourself, stay rooted, and let nothing and no one sway you. You are your path. Find that fine middle way between staying firm, and being responsive to change. Between firmness and kindness.

Speak the truth, for nothing else liberated the human soul but speaking and appreciating the truth.

Speak the truth.
I wish to be liberated from non-listeners.
"Sawaal ban to sahee, mein teray jawaab mein hoon!"
"Well, go on, become a question! I am awaiting to be the answer!"
Never sell your soul to the Devil!

12 Signs of your Awakening Divinity

Body aches and pains, especially in the neck, shoulder and back
Feeling of deep inner sadness for no apparent reason
Crying for no apparent reason
Sudden change in job or career
Withdrawal from family relationships
Unusual sleep patterns
Intense dreams
Physical disorientation
Increased "self talk"
Feelings of loneliness, even when in the company of others
Loss of passion
A deep longing to go Home





Oh - and I just thought of what I wanted to think of - a better metaphor:

Talking Like a Map.