Rumi...

Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;
In two forms and with two faces - with one soul, Thou and I.


The colour of the garden and the song of the birds give the elixir of immortality
The instant we come into the orchard, Thou and I.


The stars of Heaven come out to look upon us
We shall show the moon herself to them, Thou and I.
Thou and I, with no 'Thou' or 'I', shall become one through our tasting;
Happy, safe from idle talking, Thou and I.


The spirited parrots of heaven will envy us
When we shall laugh in such a way, Thou and I.


This is stranger, that Thou and I,
in this corner here...


Are both in one breath here and there - Thou and I





(i just love this poem so thot to share with u all)

my courage failing,

and shelter in friendship gone

re-evaluateto renew past acquaintance

and specify a path home.





(In the past few days I have come to know the horror of friendship lost, and of the difficulty in clawing back a dignified existence from the ashes of that situation. Not for myself, I've felt no tragedy in my personal life for some time, no - instead, a friend is suffering. i thought of her, and these few lines came to me)

Beware! Don't allow yourself to do what you know is wrong, relying on the thought.

A sip ov Wine

Love draws us to love, pulls us into this sweet abyss, melts away attachments, drowns us in ecstacy. Who would not give away everything for another taste of this intoxicating substance? The Sufi's say that one sip of this wine and you are lost, you would sell everything for just another sip.
- I felt the butterfly wings of love at the edge of my heart, I knew I was given more than I thought could ever be given. And later the love came again, richer, deeper, more complete, more intoxicating. All one can think is, why me? What have I done to deserve this? And the heart is so greatful.
- In this love affair all of our patterns of seduction, the games we play to keep our lover, are useless. We become so vulnerable. We are loves prey.
In human relationships we have been taught to look after ourselves, to draw boundaries and not be victimized. We know that we shouldn't be taken advantage of, that we shouldn't be violated. This is very important, learning to keep our human integrity and sense of self, not to sell ourself for what appears as love or the promise of security. But the ways of mystical love are very different. In the relationship with our souls Beloved we have to give ourself without restrictions, and we are violated, abused, and loved beyond compare. We are taken by force, abducted and transformed, and we give ourself willingly to this self-destruction through love.
- Love takes us by force beyond every limit, beyond what we think is possible; we are tortured and made whole by love - time and time again we lose and rediscover ourself, only to fall deeper and deeper into loves endless abyss.
- Loves ocean is real and endless, a place not for the fainthearted, not for those who like security or safety. The mystic is seduced and dragged into this love, seduced by its softness, dragged by its power. This love abuses our sense of self, destroys our patterns of control, violates our deepest beliefs, and takes us back to God. In this love there is neither form nor limit, only a completeness beyond even our dreaming, a sweetness beyond imagining, and a terror that belongs to the absolute. Love takes us into the infinite emptiness of His presence, into the vastness that is hidden within our own heart.
- This is why the sufi's call the lane of love a one-way street. Once this primal passion has been awakened the lover cannot return to the rational world, to the world of the ego. You can only give yourself, and give yourself and give yourself.
" Love is the only thing that every soul brings to earth with it"
" The outer beauty of a person must merge with the inner beauty and become one. This is the source of true beauty " - Sufi Wisdom
" Love is a net where hearts are caught like fish " - Sufi Wisdom
" A heart enlightened by love is more precious than all of the diamonds and gold in the world"
- Sufi Message
" Greatfulness in the character is like fragrance in the flower " Sufi Wisdom
" A worldly loss often turns into a spiritual gain "
" We can never pray enough, or give enough, or share enough, or care about the world enough, and we could never love enough to repay God for His gifts to us "
" Do you not love for Allah to forgive you? ( Qur'an )
" You will never attain piety, until you spend from what you love " ( Qur'an )
( This is how you rid yourself from wealth and desire )
" They hear no word but the words of God. They never cease from the remembrance of God. Everywhere they behold God's Beauty. Their aim is God alone, and their desire is God's good pleasure"
" Whoever desires to purify his heart, then let him prefer Allah to his desires "
" When I touch the ground in prayer, I have no other purpse but You.

....

At first light, the Mourning Dove Woke me from my slumber, calling Coo, cooo ooo, coo, coo coo Alhamdulillah! O timely bird, Life is short and death is long La illaha ill Allah! Each word I heard in your song Awake! Awake! O lazy one, Time is flying, the sun is rising Now the muezzin echoes your call, Singing the faithful to prayer The earth is a prayer rug, Under a blue-domed mosque La illaha ill Allah!

Art asks questions, Faith supplies answers: it is important for Faith to allow the Heart a space where it can express with Freedom & Dignity its Simple, Human, Painful questions, which may not always be Beautiful but are never absolutely Ugly."

we scream in the silence

and no one hears us,

crickets chirp around us

and we pretend they're human,

we pretend they understand our pain.

maybe they dream in grayscale,

too,

maybe they count secrets like

stars, and maybe their body shakes

with anxious thoughts held in.

maybeit gets too much sometimes,

and maybe

they sound inhuman when they cry, and maybe

they realize that crying only makes you

Empty.

listen,

if you loved me, you

wouldn't try to fix me.

if you loved me, you'd paint

butterflies across the wall

to make me smile.

listen,

if you loved me,

you'd give

me handrails to hold on

toon the way down.

you'd tell me

that right now, i'm a caterpillar

(but that caterpillars becomebutterflies.)

listen,

if you loved me,

you'd love me broken,

too.

snakes crawl out of my mouth,

hands like sleep waiting silentlyf

or me to give into them.

i toss words like rocks

across my tongue, skipping

across the lake, and we reach,

hands outstretched,

for the sun

but it's a shame it's all empty.

I'm here.

Alone.

On my own.

No noises,

Just me and my complicated mind.

Just me and my noisy brain.

They're gone,

now.

Disappear,

Vanish,

I see them nowhere near.

Nowhere within my reach.

What do I do dear Lord,

I'm on my own.

What do I do,

what do I do,

I'm helpless on my own.

I'm confused,

I'm losing my bearing here,

I'm not hearing anything,

So don't leave me alone,

now.

Please.

Just stay by me.

be silent

Be silent , my heart, for space hardly hear you,

be silent for the phantoms of the night,

will not give heed to the whisperings of your secrets,

nor will the processsion of darkness halt before your dreams.

Be silent, how can the soul be patient untie ,

slumber restores the happy phantoms of hope and light.

Be silent, give heed my heart,

wakefullness will bring us closer to the stars.

Be silent, for the raging tempest is

ridiculing your inner whispering,

caves of the valleys do not echo,

the vibration of your strings.

Dawn is breaking,

speak up if you are able my heart,

why do you not speak?

has not the silence of night left.

A song in your inner depths with,

which you may meet dawn,

you may meet beloved.

Are you not capable of flying with birds,

has a horrible night weakened your wings.

Rise ,

my heart , walk with dawn.

walk with beloved , for the night,

has passed , and fear of darkness vanished.

Rise,

my heart,

raise your voice with music.

For he who stares not dawn with his songs

is one of teh sons of ever darkness.

- Atif Hussain

Unknown...

Stranger i am in this city and there is a severe solitude & painfull lonesomeness in my exile.i am alone but incase in my aloneness, i contemplate on unknown tht filled my dreams with the spectre of light and hope.

Stranger among my own people and have no friends , whenever i met someone or see someone i always say within myself "who is he" and how do i know him and why now when everything's over he is here, and why still i am polite to him.when ever i hear my tongue speak, my ear wonder over my voice , i see my inner subletles (self) smiling,crying,braving and fearing and whole my existence wonders on my own substance and in a same time my soul interrogates my heart and in a whole process i remain unknown , engulfed by tremendous silence.

My inner being is all of what im not by outside and my words are totally opposite with my thoughts, what is in face are not in soul, got something in eyes which did not lay in my soul.

Within myself i roamed in whole universe from east to west but could not find a place to rest, now did i find any human being i perturbed with, neither any being who would hearken to my mind.

At Dawn when i opened my sleepless eyes , myself imprisoned in a dark cave from whose ceiling hang the insects and upon floor crawl the vipers and darkness spilled on each corner of room.

whenever i met to light, the shadows of my being follows me but the shadows of my spirit precedes me and lead the way to unknown place seeking things beyond my understandings and graspings objects that are meaning less to me.

I am stranger until the white and friendly wings of death carry me home into my beautiful abode where light and peace and understanding abide , and will wait for my friends who are also be able to rescued by friendly trap of time from the narrow , dark world , the world of all the deceptions.

There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.
There is a place where voices sing your beauty,
A place where every breeath
carves your image
in my soul.

Choosing to love..

You don't choose whom you love. He chooses them. If you had that
choice to choose; then the road would be simple. Whom he puts in
your life, is part of your test: to bear with them, to accept them
and most of all to love them despite all that they may agitate you with.
After all, they come from Him and they return to Him, just like you
did and will do. "... And We have made some of you as a trial for others: will you have patience? And your Lord is Ever All-Seer "

(Surah al-Furqan:20)

Cryin...

In the West we are conditioned to believe that at the beginning of every journey we should know where we are going and how to get there. Caught in this conditioning, we apply it to spiritual life: what is the goal we seek and what are the practices that will take us there? But the real journey of the soul is not of our own choosing, nor can we find our own way. We are responding to a call that will take us beyond the known into the unknown, beyond the world of forms into the formless.The spiritual journey is the most difficult undertaking. It is a voluntary crucifixion in which we die to the ego. Of our own accord we would never turn away from the world with its many attractions and illusions and begin this painful, lonely quest. It is only because He calls us, because He attracts our attention with His love, that we set out upon the path of no return. Like a magnet He draws us to Him with love, for, in the words of the Sufi poet Nizami,

"If the magnet were not loving, how could it attract the iron with such longing?"

In the innermost chamber of the heart we have seen His face but this is hidden from consciousness. The heart speaks a language so different from that of the mind and the ego that we are not directly aware of what has happened. Instead we are left with a feeling of the emptiness of our ordinary life. The painful side of spiritual awakening is that the world becomes desolate. We may try to improve our outer situation, work harder, make money, or take a vacation. But we soon find that this is no answer. What is it that we really want? Why is the outer world losing its attraction? Friends and interests that used to be fulfilling can seem empty, and we are left only with a discontent that we cannot satisfy.We long for what our heart knows to be real, for love's union which is hidden beneath the surface of our lives. When we are awakened to this real love we can never be satisfied by anything else. This is why the world begins to lose its attraction, why we become discontented. We have been given a glimpse of something else, the real substance of our own self. Longing is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it takes us home, and a curse because of the pain it brings. Nothing can satisfy us but union with God. Rabi'a, who knew the deepest meaning of love's pain, expresses this in her usual straightforward way:
"The source of my grief and loneliness is deep
in my breast.
This is a disease no doctor can cure.
Only union with the Friend can cure it."

Jalaluddin Rumi once said:
"Love is a flame that burns away all that is not Allah."

Love is a Beautiful and Divine Gift that Allah has blessed us all with.
Love is what keeps the Universe in motion, it keeps the world turning, and it's what circulates in our blood. The essence of our Creation is Love.

In the sense of Romantic relationships, Allah tells us to Love one another for His sake. We Love a human being because he/she is also another Creation of Allah, and the fact that they're in our lives means that they're a blessing from Allah. Your family, your friends, your loved ones, they are all gifts to you from the Divine. The Special One ... the twin half or soul mate ... is a special blessing. The key to a successful marriage or union of souls is to understand the truth of "Love is a flame that burns away all that is not Allah."

Allah is the UNITER, the MATCHMAKER, the PILLAR OF STRENGTH and UNITY in the relationship. Whenever there is a problem between the couples, it should be understood that it is normal, but it should also be meditated that Allah is the solution to all problems. Love is friendship on fire, as many people say. Friends are granted to you from Allah, and so in turn, there will only be Beauty and Success for those who are mindful of Allah and his blessed gift of love.

If one loves someone because it gives pleasure, one should not be regarded as loving that person at all. The love is, in reality, though this is not perceived, directed towards the pleasure. The source of the pleasure is the secondary object of attention, and it is perceived only because the perception of the pleasure is not well enough developed for the real feeling to be identified and described.
(Imam al-Ghazali )


Many mistakes may occur in love. The first of them is that people imagine that the object of love is an existent thing...In fact, love's object remains forever nonexistent, but most lovers are not aware of this, unless they should be knowers of the realities.

(Shaykh Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi)

True love seeks sacrifice and I’ve given it all.
This, this is true love in it’s purest form.
I turn my face towards You now.
The Lord of my world and the Heavens above.
I am Yours and Yours, alone.
My prayer, my sacrifice are only for You.
My life and death are Yours to take.
A promise I make.
To lay my life for You.
An oath that I worship.
No-one but You.

(Inspired by dua of The Holy Prophet (pbuh) to be read at Qurbani time)

story...

A Sufi master and his disciple were walking across a desert in Africa.
When night fell, they pitched their tent and lay down to rest.
'How silent it is!' said the disciple.
'Never say "how silent it is",' replied the master.
'Say rather: "I cannot hear nature".

Dont ever let someone tell you you can't do something. If you got a dream, you gotta protect it. When people can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you, "you can't do it". You want something..go get it. Period.

Most people are afraid that if they back off a little that the object of their affection will move on and eventually forget about them. But, ironically, the real reason is that they, themselves, are afraid that if they back off that THEY will forget about the object of their affection and move on, and this they don't want to do.

when i come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room!

why cry for a soul set free!

Miss me a little -

but not too long

And not with your head bowed low,

remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me -

but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take

And each must go alone;

It's all a part of the Masters' plan

A step on the road to home.

when you are lonely and sick of heart

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss me -

but let me go.!!

life's Flame ..

Love is a source of many great troubles.
But lacking love
is a disgrace

for travelers upon this path.

Love is the life force of the entire universe-
those who lack love
are already dead.

- Awhad al-Din Kirmani