From word to word I roam,

From dawn to dusk.

Dream in,

Dream out --

I pass myself and towns,

A human satellite.

I wait, am hopeful, as one who waits at the rock

For the spring to well forth and ever well on.

I feel as bright as if I tented somewhere in the Milky Way.

To urge the world to feel I walk through lonesome solitudes.

All around me lightning explodes sparks from my glance

To reveal all light, unveil faces everywhere.

Godward,

onward to the final weighingovercoming heavy weight with thirst.

Constantly,

the longings of all born call out,

"Is anyone around?"

I know each one is HE,

but in my heart there writhes a tear;

When of men and rocks and trees I hear;

All plead "Feel us"All beg "See us"God!

Lend me your eyes!

I came to be, to sow the seed of sight in the world,

To unmask the God who disguised Himself as world--

And yes, I wait to be the first to announce

"The Dawn."

Ramadan leaving...

Peace be upon you, O month of daytime fasting!

Peace be upon you, O month of nighttime vigil!

Peace be upon you, O month of true faith!

Peace be upon you, O month of the Quran!

Peace be upon you, O month of the radiant lights!

Peace be upon you, O month of forgiveness and pardon!

Peace be upon you, O month of the ascending steps of Paradise and of salvation from the descending steps of Hell!

Peace be upon you, O month of the worshipful penitents!

Peace be upon you, O month of those who know from spiritual experience!

Peace be upon you, O month of those who exercise discriminating judgment!

Peace be upon you, O month of safety and security!

You are a prison for disobedient sinners, and for the truly devout you are a place of comfort. Peace be upon the lamps and lanterns that shine so bright!

Peace be upon the sleepless eyes, and upon the streaming tears!

Peace be upon the illuminated niches in the mosques, and upon the tears that are spilled and shed!

Peace be upon the sighs that arise from hearts that are aflame!

O Allah, include us among those whose fasting and prayers have been accepted, among those whose evil deeds You have transformed into good deeds, among those whom You have allowed by Your mercy to enter Your Gardens of Paradise, and among those whose degrees You have exalted,

O Most Merciful of the merciful, ya Arhamar Rahimiyn

Each new day

we are given

Is a blessing from God
Each breath at waking

A new beginning
Take nothing for granted

Time and fortune are fleeting
Each exhalation

May be your last
O Friend, breathe

the morning light
The rise and fall of your lungs

Is the body’s prostration
The prayer of life

Invoking His name

All-ah! All-ah!

Forerunner...

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation
of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.
And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise
shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another
shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.
Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have
gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields
and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire.
Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams
were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another
silent word. Then Life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories
of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and
tomorrow was birth pursued.
And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His
left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.

Faces...

I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single
countenance as if held in a mould.
I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face
whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.
I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things
were graven.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the
reality beneath.

I leant upon a coppice gate

When Frost was spectre-gray,

And Winter's dregs made desolate

The weakening eye of day.

The tangled bine-stems scored the sky

Like strings of broken lyres,

And all mankind that haunted nigh

Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be

The Century's corpse outleant,

His crypt the cloudy canopy,

The wind his death-lament.

The ancient pulse of germ and birth

Was shrunken hard and dry,

And every spirit upon earth

Seemed fevourless as I.

At once a voice arose among

The bleak twigs overhead

In a full-hearted evensong

Of joy illimited;

An aged thrush,

frail, gaunt, and small,

In blast-be ruffled plume,

Had chosen thus to fling his soul

Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings

Of such ecstatic sound

Was written on terrestrial things

Afar or nigh around,

That I could think there trembled through

His happy good-night air

Some blessed

The day the dust of Heart was being kneaded

A dewdrop of Love was dropped in.......

And there ......

upon Their Fall .......

That dewdrop turned into torrents of

in brimful eyes of

Lovers banished from their

Beloved's Garden of

Oneness.........

Hu! .......

Hu!

I have a heart that no wine whatsoever can console,

Except the wine of ever recalling the joy of joining with the Beloved.

Haqq!

(There are as many Ways to the Beloved as there are created Souls; and I take the shortcut: my heart's hidden door to You!)

You are

We in our Oneness

The Soul of all souls,

Love of all loves,

Light of all lights

Shining on from the East of Love

and Light;

Spreading over our Hearts'

Horizons to the West of beautiful souls and minds;

Glowing and growing into full panoramic vistas of our entire heavenly

collective Being...

May It be so!May It ever be so!

Medicine 4 losers,lovers & everyone...

This is a pray..

Oh Allah take me to Madina..

The City of Great Beloved..

The Master of Your Lovers..

The Land

where peace is still in the air

and

the sand particles perfumed in the perfumes of Love

kiss over the seekers' faces

Let me put my head on the lap of

The Holy Beloved

The Pacifier of burning hearts

The Healer of losers' sobs

O God,

we ask you with every request

we praise You with

Your every Name!

we kiss

Your Greatest Name!

we ask you with every request

please,

us to the House of

Your Holy Beloved!!

oh my Desired One!

i say and write

these words

to please You!!

on one day,

when my words

will all have been gone away

after having given

You all of them!

then i will have none of them!

then i will give

You my priceless

but best of tears!!

to make You pleased!

(Wordly love sometimes kicks off the insane piteous heart and push it off into the realm of wonders: the Kingdom of True Love!Let us pray for all insane lover and loser hearts!)

I have lost only what the moth loses

in the candle flame—ash.

I have lost what falls behind

the turning sunflower—shadows.

I have lost the milky scales that cover the eyes

of a snake about to shed.

I have lost what the skeleton gives upto the worms and the bleaching sun.

I have lost the empty husk a cicada leaves

for a few months in the chorus of summer after seventeen years in the ground.

At the baggage carousel

I couldn't find a tagwith my name on it,

because all the tags said

YOU.

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
A man knocked at the door of his beloved.
"Who are you, trusted one?"
thus asked the friend.
He answered:
"I!" The friend said:
"Go away,
Here is no place for people raw and crude!
"What, then,
could cook the raw and rescue him
But separation's fire and exile's flame?
The poor man went to travel a whole year,
And burnt from separation from his friend,
And he matured, was cooked and burnt, returned
And carefully approached the friend's abode.
He walked around it now in cautious fear
Lest from his lips unfitting words appear.
His friend called out:
"Who is there at my door?"
The answer:
"You, dear, you are at the door?"
He said:
"Come in, now that you are all I-
There is no room in this house for two 'I's!"

Day and night is a struggle between desire, and suppressing desire,
My heart agonizes me, and I agonize my heart.

The heart envies the eyes - the pleasure of its observation,
And the eyes envy the heart - the pleasure of its reflection

When Allah bestows His grace upon a servant, He opensthe way to reach Him. Then the remembrance (dhikr) of Allahpredominates.

The call to love was issued throughout the worlds,

Yet he whom the Beloved Himself loved,

Was granted the remembrance of the Beloved

fading memories...

"Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead

Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow

Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself

In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,

I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh

It was my abode and my garment for a time.

I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,

Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,

I am a pearl, which has left it's shell deserted,

I am a bird, and this body was my cage

Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a token

Praise to God, who hath now set me free

And prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven,

Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.

Now I live in truth, with the grave - clothes discarded.

Today I hold converse with the saints above,

With no veil between, I see God face to face.

I look upon "Loh-i-Mahfuz" and there in I read

Whatever was and is and all that is to be.

Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,

Cast away the talisman, it is a token, no more

Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.

Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,

I have passed on my way and you are left behind

Your place of abode was no deweling place for me.

Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,

A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,

While in this world, here we are granted sleep,

Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged

Be not frightened when death draweth night,

It is but the departure for this blessed home

Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,

Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.

What I am now, even so shall you be

For I know that you are even as I am

The souls of all men come forth from God

The bodies of all are compounded alike

Good and evil, alike it was ours

I give you now a message of good cheer

May God's peace and joy for evermore be yours."

..... by Atif

After so many years of being blind, and walking in the dark, one day, Allah the Most Gracious Most Merciful shone the torch in my eyes, and I woke up from the trance, from the illness, from the blindness I was trapped in for so long. So I said the simple and so logical words. The clearest and most perfect words that have ever reached human ears. “La ilaha il Allah, Muhammed Rasoull Allah”. This sentence was the defining moment in my life which made me become a Muslim, and to this day, I have never looked back. Allah is One and Whole and Perfect and Muhammad was His last Prophet The Qur'an for me is like a manual, just like a car needs a manual to function properly, the Holy Quran is the guidebook to life, and something which covers all areas and which we cannot live without.

Itna toota hoon ki choonay say bikhar jaaoonga,

Ab agar aur dua dogay to mar jaaoonga !

Pooch kar mera pata, waqt ra-e-gah na karo,

Main to banjara hoon, kya jaanay kidhar jaaoonga !

Har taraf dhund hai, jugnu hai na charag koi,

Kaun pehchanayga, basti mein agar jaaoonga !

Zindagi, main bhi musaafir hoon teri kashti ka,

Tu jahan mujh say kahegi main utar jaaoonga !

Phool rah jayeengay guldaan mein yaadon ki nazar,

Main to khushboo hoon fhizaon mein bikhar jaaoonga !

Itna toota hoon ki choonay say bikhar jaaoonga,

Ab agar aur dua dogay to mar jaaonga

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful"

Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean"