the sufi's wild dance

one thousand revolutions

within allah's palm

Could you stop the flood
Of tears if that's what poured

Straight down my cheeks,
like a never ending stream of despair?

Could you take away all the fear
that one day, like a bird,

You might fly away from me and never return again?

Could you stop a mental train wreck
Going on inside of my head
when everything is colliding
and crashing within me?

Could you...

For me?
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(I wrote it in two minutes, eh, so it's not all that great. But it was kinda screaming out to me inside. It was something that I needed to write down)

please don't leave

please

don't

go.

sunshine hurts my eyes.
the only cage i'm in is one i've made myself.

why, then,
can't i break out of it?

'you haven't lost
until you've given up,
'they remind me.

'don't give up.'

sometimes i wonder -
what if i already have given up?

have i lost,

then?

the roads are too long,

too slippery.

it's too easy to get lost.
and i have no map.

could someone be my map?

please?

my eyes are hollow.

happiness is hiding from me,
silence is stalking, suffocating.

how do i smile?

A story by Khalil Gibran

I was strolling in the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man who was reading a philosophy book.

His behavior and his evident good health made him stand out from the other inmates.

I sat down beside him and asked:
‘What are you doing here?’

He looked at me, surprised. But seeing that I was not one of the doctors, he replied:

‘It’s very simple. My father, a brilliant lawyer, wanted me to be like him. My uncle, who owns a large emporium, hoped I would follow his example. My mother wanted me to be the image of her beloved father. My sister always set her husband before me as an example of the successful man. My brother tried to train me up to be a fine athlete like himself.

And the same thing happened at school, with the piano teacher and the English teacher - they were all convinced and determined that they were the best possible example to follow. None of them looked at me as one should look at a man, but as if they were looking in a mirror.

So I decided to enter this asylum. At least here I can be myself.’

Trash is culture
Right next to the golden arches,
as seen on the side of a garbage.
The irony abounds.

Two wolves ...

An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life:"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves."One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego."The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
This same fight is going on inside you
and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,
"Which wolf will win?"
The old chief simply replied,

"The one you feed."

Another..

Life is this, dear reader ...
the inhalation and exhalation of the breath.
One passes, another enters.

Spring is here.
I wish for you re-birth.
Sap of life.
Color of bloom.
Peace

Guider...

You may follow anyone. if you can see from those meetings that some love is awakening in your heart for God Almighty,thn you must keep with those meetings.The love of God Almighty is not so easy, because you can not imagine Him. He is beyond our imagination.Therefore God Almighty has put His Divine representation into His prophets.Finally, He gave that Divine representation to His beloved Muhammad, blessings of Allah be upon him.


He was beloved by his Lord, Almighty God.

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the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

- It is said that there are two ways of dealing with people : One way is to control them, the other is to respect them. By controlling, you weaken the will of the other person. By respecting, you acknowledge the other's personal will. In one case, you make a person a slave, in the other you make him a partner.

- Change is an inevitable part of life. The seasons change, our feelings change, our appearance will change, and our health will change. Life is easier when we accept these changes and recognize how every moment of our journey is an important part of the growth of our soul.

- When it rains we sometimes see a rainbow. Moisture and light cooperate to create a stairway to heaven. We witness the seasons come and go in perfect timing. We watch as Summer fades into Fall, and Fall into Winter. Then we watch as the snow melts away and Spring appears. Just as we trust that the seasons will change, we must trust that we can weather the storms of life. When God is present, nothing can prevail against us.

Never ending night;

Reach for the stars above,

so they can guide you.

Darkness reigned today
Yet the light inside my soul
Will never grow dim

(these lines came arose in mind when i ended up my Jumma Prayer)

A broken heart beats
Like an echo of the dead
A memory gone

haiku..

Raining again,
it's always everlasting sound
Music in darkness

(No critiques, please. I wrote this out of my own feelings and made a picture to go with it. And don't ask what's wrong, that's for me to know and you never to know)

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Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of Love and being a Lover. The way of our prophets is the way of Truth. If you want to live, die in Love; die in Love if you want to remain alive.

Words firmented, twas long before they reached me. When they got here I knew them. A song I remember I just heard in the wind. That breeze carried the lyric forever until I was ready to breathe the air of love, with my sail full, battery charged, running outside, chasing the gust that carries the next tune. That melody fills my lungs, 'tis where it lives. I feel it there. If I'm still, stagnant air. When I hunt, I find worlds full to inhale. The silver lining was the cloud shading me from terrible burn. A storm is coming, I'm excited to see the music it brings.....

Like Lalla, I dance; my steps are light.
Uplifted, I leave no prints whirling in the garden.
With each step the reassurance, my toe pointed forward, the direction I'm headed.
My minds eye looks up, my chest engulfed with light.
the best wine, fruitful and filling. I'm drunk

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love? ?

That lonesome leaf

Where I wrote your name

Still clings on,

As autumn wins.

Very soon it shall pass away too,

But who cares for a broken wing?

That Ocean breeze knows,

Where your footsteps lie.

It whispers those secrets to the waves,

So I try to bribe the shore,

But what will melt the sea

That died long ago?

May be the leaf foiled the wind

And fell somewhere near your feet,

May be the sands turned against the sea,

And took me there where you hid,

But never did it made the blind know

that every time it was the mute ,

who tried to show that she loved him..…

(a new poem by my friend to me let me know how you all feel abt it :)