the happiness of the drop is to die in the river.

by

Imam Ghazali

Religion is love and love is religion.

by

Imam al- Baqir.

Zikr

.

..

Remembrance of Lord!

.

..

that in which hearts find true satisfaction.

Hu's He THEN?

He Who (Hu) loves you

And has scent you to a copious garden

A garden within

Where roses

Flower kings and

Prostrating flowers

Sway with love

To and from the Rose maker.

Their labour of love

A fragrance so pure...

That even ants

Move upon the dust

Of compassionate footprints...

Within this universal garden of love

So Hu's He THEN?...

I cannot describe,

I cannot describe...

Huuuuuuu.

take night as your camel; with it you shall attain your hope.

Great souls have wills; feeble ones have only wishes” (Chinese proverb)

When your legs are tired, walk with your heart

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal

- (Astrid Alauda)

Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?

-(Maurice Freehill)

However many holy words you read,

however many you speak,

what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

-

buddha

If I were to be told to pack up today and leave this world, I will not have many regrets. I'd just make a silent wish that someone else carry on and finish my work, blow a kiss in the general direction of the ever-spinning Earth, and leave, laughing at my usual flustered hurry.

Coming, God!


Hold that train! Oh no, I left my watch behind! Haha. Can I go back, and come back at a later moment? Your one moment and my lifetime, God?!



(there's nothin other then this comes in mind)

the true love to hurt the enemy (shaitan, satan) is to be occupied with the love of friend; on the other hand, if you engage in war with the enemy, he will have obtained what he wanted from you, and at the same time you will have lost the opportunity to love a friend.

( Mulay Ali al-Jamal)

Honor..

Practicing honor is one's ability to withhold oneself from behaving in any way that harms another, that takes from another.

only i can truly withhold myself from the desire to take what rightfully belongs to another, for even my body is chained, my heart can keep an evil intact. And if i put to death, i would have died in a state of holding that desire.

this is what i felt that what honor to mean as yet..

This road-not-taken is pretty damn strange.

There are no milestones, and no indications.

The best hope is that it leads to a destination no one’s ever been to before.
Wherever.

I have this moment to forget the past, and be not anxious about the future.

From this world to another

I go this second!

Think.

Think!

With great pain comes great realization.

Nothing around me had changed.

Except my state of mind.

Power is when you have something that someone else wants from you, but cannot take unless you give.

lie puts a human in another world intentionally or knowingly..!!

ugliness is the form of beauty, for those who see.

i have decided that time has come in my life where i start living out my knowledge. After all, wise men such as Hazart Ali(r.a) say that knowledge without practice consumes a person. what is the point of knowledge, truly, if we dont use it or pass it on - through demonstration???

May Allah bless us and guide us to truth and reality :)

Ameen

Honestly,

I'm dead.

I feel greatly torn between two worlds.

The Old and The New.

I am split in to two and two.

Oh dear life!

O my love, do not forget your beloved,

come back from your life in the wilderness

The birds have flown home, why do you not do the same?

Love overwhelms me again and again,

I am yours and you are... mine

O Farid,

I will sacrifice myself, just to see him one more time

The spinning wheel of love, the unspun balls of grief

The more I spin them, they more they seem to double

My spinning wheel is priceless, as I spin, so my love grows stronger,

And at every turn of the wheel,

I remember you

What good is my life, without you, my dear love

The heart strings of my memory resound in every pore, every vein of my being

This is the time to return, my love and leave your independence

My eyes are longing for you and asking every traveller where you might be

My useless eyes are exhausted, looking out for you, my love

O independent one, come back now, my eyes are weak from looking for you

Come O crow,

I will feed you fancies if you come and sit on my roof

Give me news of my beloved and

I will honour you

Come and sit on my roof my beloved may come

O Farid,

I strain night and day to see the path you have taken,

Eid has come, but my beloved has not, may

God look after him

Adornments do not seem right, nothing is pleasing to my sight

The happy ones sleep peacefully while

I spend my nights in grief

I will celebrate Eid when my love comes back, without him

Eid is empty

Pierced by the arrow of loss, people call me mad

For God’s sake,

Come back,

or else this life is over.

Everyone taunts me, ‘where is your love?’

‘ He has left you and taken to the road’

What can I answer?

I weep alone

At every turn of the spinning wheel,

I remember you

Come back to the courtyard, to this one who longs for you

My spinning wheel is colourful, it is the vehicle of your remembrance

You are far from my eyes, but close to my heart and

I yearn for you

The strands of sorrow seem to have no end,

and

as I spin, they double Who will put an end to my sorrow?

I long for you.

I am bound to Ranjha, but my father is pressing me (to marry a Khera)

The Kheras are spreading lies,

I take on myself these accusations against Ranjha

People say he is just a buffalo herdsman, but for me,

he is my Mecca People say that love is easy,

but love spares nothing and no-one

Bulleh Shah bears witness to the truth, that

Shah Inayat is the perfect teacher...

...

..

.

.

.

by Farid.

I pray today that I don't lose heart in staying alive.

Amen!

there are matters that do not even need our actions. they appear to us, and then they dissolve. We do nothing more than observe them. let them come, and let them go. do not think that you are the lord of every bit of your life.

there are other people in this space where we co-exist. let them be. That is your freedom. Do not choose the version of freedom that enslaved minds envision: a situation where they face nothing. That is the vision of freedom of one who is essentially a captive of their own entity.

day draw near another one, do what you can for saving yourself ..!!

If the shaykh says to you
"O my son take this cup and empty the ocean."
What is your job?
To take the cup and empty the ocean.

That means don't let your ego to give you wrong information.

If your shaykh says to you that your trust, that
diamond of Sayyidina Jibreel, is in far east and you are in far west. Don't say "I cannot" you duty is to go. Find a way.

don't fight; don't argue' don't criticize. Keep patient and peaceful, tranquility, contentment.

Jazak Allah

An unspeakable restlessness has gripped me.

And within it, the slightest shimmers of comfort.

I feel as though I am walking alone in a wilderness... in an utter aloneness... bewildered, but not quite. Sad, but not deeply. Moved - and yes that I am!
Sometimes I doubt if I am really grounded in reality. The world does something else, and I see something else. What I see then eventually comes true. The distance between my seeing and its realization, though, sometimes seems to stretch.

Listen to your heart

EXACTLY

at the moment when it speaks! :)

Do exactly as it says!

You missed again, man!

How unlearned!

You did not pay heed again, right? None of your signs shall come from the outside. You *must* live your principles NOW and in entirety.

DO. NOT. BE. FOOLED. BY. THE. RELAXATION. THAT. IS. GRANTED. TO. YOU.

You will end up amongst blind fools, banging their heads against walls within which they shall find themselves confined! Do not be fooled at all. This time calls upon your highest ethic, your sacrifice of self-interest, your avoidance of that which is convenient and tempting. Do not be fooled at all. All lies are to come to an end. Very soon, you shall see.

there are matters that do not even need our actions.
they appear to us, and then they dissolve.
we do nothing more than observe them.

Let them come, and let them go.

Do not think that you are the lord of every bit of your life.
There are other people in this space where we co-exist.

Let them be.
That is your freedom.

Do not choose the version of freedom that enslaved minds envision: a situation where they face nothing.

there is no mastery of the future.

there is no way that the past can be erased such that it is not a living part of one's self.

One comes only as far as the Present.

remember, real magic is hidden, hidden in the quiet moments...!!

Iqbal says

"Tukhum-e-Iqbal az Rumi ast"

(that is, Iqbal is an offshoot of Rumi's [ideology]).

but Rumi himself says,

Why are you so afraid of silence?

Silence is the root of everything.

If you spiral into its void,...

A hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.

the best first thing a human mind can do is to observe, to follow closely by wonder - and then question. In questions are theiranswers, and they reveal over Space when Time so intends.

a mind which wonders is a mind that wanders, in a beatific idleness. the beauty of a blue, blue night cannot be caught, much less the secret feelings it arises in the hearts and minds of the amused young.

"Where has this world come from?"
"Am I part of this, or is this in some way separate from me?"
"How many stars are there in this constellation?"
"What if I die, do I go up there?"

And then the occasional childlike: "Do fairies really descend in the night, and put that toffee under my head? Why not ice-cream? Fairies can do everything!"

I am so madly uncertain, and afraid. But continue to love I do in the most uncertain of times. Fearing the process is foolish of me, eh, because didn't I just say I *have* seen the Architect's Design?

The point of love is: to aid us into the vast Unknown! The point of that is The Point.

I was put in the midst of this chaotic construction, and as ever, my task is to remember the origin. Look at this word again!
Re-member:

Re: Again

Member: Part

Remember: Join the parts again.
Become Whole again.

Return to the Original One!

Nebulous..

I am like a palace under construction that is opening its eyes, becoming gradually conscious... and is astounded and awed at once to observe at what's going on: The massive work at hand, the design, the beauty, the gestalt of the whole process of construction overwhelms my awakening consciousness. Here I see a beautiful window, and I am captured by the beauty of what I am looking like and at. There I see a loose pile of bricks, and am horrified at what seems to be a disorderly incompletion.

My being swerves between a love and fear of myself - and by extension, for the Architect. I have moments of absolute certainty about my beauty, and instances of utter doubts of the project.

The benevolence of the Universe that was so clearly visible to me had suddenly hidden, leaving my heart with an inexplicable feeling of contraction. I was wondering what happened? What wrong have I done - for, thanks to my culture, I indulge in the self blame-game more often than I'd like?

Then occurred to me a new analogy, a word: Nebulous.

Book 9, Number 9.4.18:

Yahya related to me from Malik from Ibn Shihab from Salim ibn Abdullah that Abdullah ibn Umar used to say,

"I pray the prayer of a traveler as long as I am undecided whether to remain somewhere or not, even if I am detained for twelve nights."

Do not keep the company of anyone whose state does not awaken yours, or words direct you to Allah. You might be doing badly, and be shown your goodness by keeping the company of someone even worse. - Ibn ‘Ata’ Illah’s

“The Hikam,” taught in Sunnipath’s.

Islamic Spirituality:

In other words, one may mistakenly believe that he is righteous while sitting among those who are worse than him. Hence, one should spend time with those who are more pious and refrain from the company of the heedless.

A thief entered the house of a Sufi and found nothing there to steal. As he was leaving, the dervish, sensing his disappoitment, threw him the blanket on which he had been lying.

Sa'di

I asked a child who was carrying a lighted candle,

"Where does this light come from?"

The child blew out

the candle and asked me,

"Tell me where it has gone and

I will tell you where it came from"

--

Sufi Wisdom

O wondrous ecstatic eyes,

O wondrous long locks,

O wondrous wine worshipper,

O wondrous mischievous sweetheart.

As he draws the sword,

I bow my head in prostration so as to be killed,

O wondrous is ...his beneficence,

O wondrous my submission.

O wondrous amorous teasing,

O wondrous beguiling,

O wondrous tilted cap,

O wondrous tormentor.

Do not reveal the Truth;

in this world blasphemy prevails,

Khusrau;

O wondrous source of mystery,

O wondrous knower of secrets

-

Ameer khusrau

I am amazed at he who knows death is certain, yet he laughs

I am amazed at he who knows that the Fire is true, yet he rejoices

I am amazed at he who witnesses how life changes the condition of the people, yet he feels safe

I am amazed at the one who knows that Qadr is true, yet he tires himself, vigorously seeking the bounties of life

-

Anonymous

Knowledge for Knowledge

From Jaabir (radiyAllâhu 'anhu) who said that Allâh's Rasul Nabi E Kareem Hazrat Mohammed (salAllâhu 'aliahi wa'sallam) said:

"Do not acquire knowledge in order to compete with the scholars, nor to argue with the ignorant, nor to gain mastery over the gatherings. Since whoever does that, then: The Fire! The Fire!" (27)

Consider, May Allâh have mercy on you, the admonition and the less
on contained in what Ibn Abee Haatim ar-Raazee narrates, he said: I entered into Damascus upon the students of hadîth and I passed by the circle of Qaasim al-Joo'ee.

I found a group sitting around him and he was speaking. Their appearance amazed me and I heard him saying:
'Seize the benefit of five things from the people of your time:

when you are present you are not known;
when you are absent you are not missed;
when you are seen your advice is not sought;
when you say something your saying is not accepted;
and when you have some knowledge you are not given anything for it.

I also advise you with five things:

when you are treated unjustly then do not behave unjustly;
when you are praised then do not become happy;
when you are criticised do not be upset;
when you are not believed then do not become angry;
and if they act deceitfully towards you do not act deceitfully towards them.'

Ibn Abee Haatim said: So I took that as my benefit from Damascus.

So consider, May Allâh protect us and you from the evils of the soul, how sincere desire for knowledge and benefit led him to listen to one who certainly possessed less knowledge than himself in order to benefit his understanding and to acquire some knowledge.


- Atif Hussain

listen...

listen.
listen closely.

what did I tell you?

You must see the flaw:

you are asserting the principles that you are not living.
the key is to live your principles!

For your own sake!

listen!

the doors of the Source are closed to those who do not integrate.
In fact, the door is created out of dis-integration!
layers of your SELF are the thresholds!
Do not split, do not scatter yourself over space and time.
Fear not, desire not!

Do not be amongst the fools.
Do not be misled.

listen!

Hold on to the rope of Allah.
Hu alone is the One Who shall not disappoint you.
Do not forget Hu as your purpose of being.

the light at the end of the tunnel is fading.

the faster I run, the farther it becomes.

Soon everything is swallowed by an eerie darkness.

I hear laughing -

an evil cackle echoes all around me.

A familiar voice.

Is that me?

Words...

I can't clearly make them out.

"Forever...lost..."

then

silence...

A distant rumble...

Closer...

Crashing waves.

Water surrounds me.

Rising,

I try to stay afloat.

I'm flailing like a fish on land.

It's no use.

I'm drowning.

I can no longer hear,speak, think.

I've reached the end.

*
when I wrote this, the lines:
fading.
darkness.
voice.
Words...
silence.
Crashing
Rising,
flailing
drowing.
end.

were all off to the right... tried to make them make sense if read alone, but I don't think it worked out too well.. Oh well, whatever...

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 )

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?

Perhaps
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!

Do not become.

BE!

Do not try.

DO!

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.

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)

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

so

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..

"...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

WHO. I. AM.

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 ...

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).


Amin..


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

Jazak Allah

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,

and

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)

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

"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!

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.

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

...

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!"

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.

..

"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

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

Talking Like a Map.

Âyam be sar-e-kûye to pûyân pûyân
Rukhsâr be âb-e-dîde shûyân shûyân
Bîchâre rah-e wasl-e to jûyân jûyân
Jân mîdeham o nâm-e to gûyân gûyân


I came to the end of Your street, running, running.
Tears came down my cheek, washing, washing.
Union with You, I am helplessly seeking, seeking.
My soul I surrender while Your name I am reciting, reciting.


-Nizamuddin Awliya-

What is the root of all conflict?

Love? Money? Desire...?

No!

The root of all conflict is "me."

The root of all conflict and evil is EGO.

It is arrogance, and "takabbur."

This is the one sin for which there is no forgiveness.

This is seed of all evil.

"Me!"

"You may attempt to do 100 things in this world, only Love will give you release from the bondage of yourself." - Jami (Sufi)


If I have made "accept your self" another" this moment in Love" my realization in this month of December- and if my belief in the power of Love as the greatest healing force in the world had been reinforced through experience - then this quote I found during a random Twitter search is an affirmation of all that I am feeling at this moment.


Love, that is found in our heart and nowhere else; Love, that is given and not taken or demanded or hoped for; Love, which is the most benevolent form of attention - it is this that sets us free from the only entity that truly possesses us: our lower self.

The point is to remind us that we are free.

And we are truly free when we are free of the entity that truly enslaves us:

a sleeping mind

Imam al-Qastalani narrates in his Mawahib Ladunniyyah that when Nabi Muhammad( s.a.w.) died, his daughter, Sayyidah Fatimah (r.a.) took sand from His Qabr and put it over her face and wept, saying:

“Maza ala man shamma Turbata Ahmadin an laa yashumma madaz ZamaaniG hawaliya’’

(The person who has smelt the dust of the Grave...

of Nabi Muhammad (s.a.w.)

does not need to smell any perfume ever again)

Ay dust hejaab-e to kasi nist to'i
Andar rah-e to khaar o khasi nist to'i
Goftam keh be ma'shuq rasam yaa narasam
Az to bar ma'shuq kasi nist to'i.

O, friend! Nobody veils you, but yourself.
In your path there is no thorn or weed, but yourself.
You said: Shall I reach the Beloved or not?
Between you and the Beloved there is nobody, but yourself.
-A.Kermani-

Nothing left to hide, not anymore,

so empty tonight is my heart's core;

My sweetest dream a nightmare has become,

I see no hope for the days to come.

Screaming is my inner voice,

So help me Allah, You're now my only choice.

My life seems a waste to me,

I'm crying now on bended knees.

I find no reason for this pain,

then why this agony must remain,

Am I now to call this fate?

So help me Allah, I am losing faith.

The world I see is soaked in red,

obsessed with anger and hatred.

Yet to all You promised Love,

I want to feel what You were speaking of.

The visions I see are of despair,

So help me Allah, I know You care.

Scholars on Sufism (Tasawwuf)

The following quotations of the scholars of Shariah regarding the precedence of the knowledge and science of Tasawwuf (Purification of the Self).

Imam Abu Hanifa (85 H. - 150 H)

"If it were not for two years, I would have perished." He said, "for two years I accompanied Sayyidina Ja'far as-Sadiq and I acquired the spiritual knowledge that made me a gnostic in the Way.

"[Ad-Durr al-Mukhtar, vol 1. p. 43]

Imam Malik (95 H. - 179 H.)

"whoever studies Jurisprudence [tafaqaha] and didn't study Sufism [tasawwaf] will be corrupted; and whoever studied Sufism and didn't study Jurisprudence will become a heretic; and whoever combined both will reach the Truth."

['Ali al-Adawi , vol. 2, p 195.]

Imam Shafi'i (150 - 205 AH.)

"I accompanied the Sufi people and I received from them three knowledges: ...how to speak; how to treat people with leniency and a soft heart... and they... guided me in the ways of Sufism."

[Kashf al-Khafa, 'Ajluni, vol. 1, p 341.]

Imam Ahmad bin Hanbal (164 - 241 AH.)

"O my son, you have to sit with the People of Sufism, because they are like a fountain of knowledge and they keep the Remembrance of Allah in their hearts. they are the ascetics and they have the most spiritual power."

[Tanwir al-Qulub p. 405]

Imam Ghazzali (450 - 505 AH.)

"I knew verily that Sufis are the seekers in Allah's Way, and their conduct is the best conduct, and their way is the best way, and their manners are the most sanctified. They have cleaned their hearts from other than Allah and they have made them as pathways for rivers to run receiving knowledge of the Divine Presence."

[al-Munqidh, p. 131].

Fakhr ad-Din ar-Razi (544 - 606 AH)

"The way of Sufis for seeking Knowledge, is to disconnect themselves from this worldly life, and they keep themselves constantly busy with Dhikrullah, in all their actions and behaviors."

['Itiqadaat Furaq al-Muslimeen, p. 72, 73]

Imam Nawawi (620 - 676 AH.)

"The specifications of the Way of the Sufis are ... to keep the Presence of Allah in your heart in public and in private; to follow the Sunnah of the Prophet (s) ... to be happy with what Allah gave you..."

[in his Letters, (Maqasid at-tawhid), p. 20]

Ibn Taymiyya (661 - 728 AH)

"Tasawwuf has realities and states of experience which they talk about in their science. Some of it is that the Sufi is that one who purifies himself from anything which distracts him from the remembrance of Allah and who will be so filled up with knowledge of the heart and knowledge of the mind to the point that the value of gold and stones will be the same to him. And Tasawwuf is safeguarding the precious meanings and leaving behind the call to fame and vanity in order to reach the state of Truthfulness, because the best of humans after the prophets are the Siddiqeen, as Allah mentioned them in the verse: "(And all who obey Allah and the Apostle) are in the company of those on whom is the grace of Allah: of the prophets, the sincere lovers of truth, the martyrs and the righteous; Ah! what a beautiful fellowship."

(an-Nisa', 69,70)

"...some people criticised Sufiyya and Tasawwuf and they said they were innovators, out of the Sunnah, but the truth is they are striving in Allah's obedience [mujtahidin fi ta'at-illahi], as others of Allah's People strove in Allah's obedience. So from them you will find the Foremost in Nearness by virtue of his striving [as-saabiq ul-muqarrab bi hasab ijtihadihi]. And some of them are from the People of the Right hand [Ahl al-Yameen mentioned in Qur'an in Sura Waqi'ah], but slower in their progress.... And this is the origin of Tasawwuf. And after that origin, it has been spread and [tasha'abat wa tanawa'at] has its main line and its branches.

[Majmu'a Fatawa Ibn Taymiyya al-Kubra, Vol. 11, Book of Tasawwuf, p. 497].

"The miracles of saints are absolutely true and correct, by the acceptance of all Muslim scholars. And the Qur'an has pointed to it in different places, and the Hadith of the Prophet (s) has mentioned it, and whoever denies the miraculous power of saints are only people who are innovators and their followers."

[al-Mukhtasar al-Fatawa, page 603].

Ibn Taymiyya says,

"what is considered as a miracle for a saint is that sometimes the saint might hear something that others do not hear and they might see something that others do not see, while not in a sleeping state, but in a wakened state of vision. And he can know something that others cannot know, through revelation or inspiration."

[Majmu'a Fatawi Ibn Taymiyya, Vol. 11, p. 314].

Ibn Khaldun (733 - 808 AH.)

"The way of the Sufis is the way of the Salaf, the preceding Scholars between the Sahaba and Tabi'een of those who followed good guidance..."

[Muqaddimat ibn al-Khaldun, p. 328]

Tajuddin as-Subki (727 - 771 AH.)

"May Allah praise them [the Sufis] and greet them and may Allah cause us to be with them in Paradise. Too many things have been said about them and too many ignorant people have said things which are not related to them. And the truth is that those people left the world and were busy with worship. ...They are the People of Allah, whose supplications and prayer Allah accepts and by means of whom Allah supports human beings"

[Mu'eed an-Na'am p. 190, the chapter entitled Tasawwuf]

Jalaluddin as-Suyuti (849 - 911 AH.)

"At-Tasawwuf in itself is the best and most honorable knowledge. It explains how to follow the Sunnah of the Prophet (s) and to put aside innovation."

[Ta'yid al-Haqiqat al-'Aliyya,p 57]

Ibn Qayyim (691 - 751 AH.)

"We can witness the greatness of the People of Sufism, in the eyes of the earliest generations of Muslims by what has been mentioned by Sufyan ath-Thawri (d. 161 AH), one of the greatest imams of the second century and one of the foremost legal scholars. He said, "If it had not been for Abu Hisham as-Sufi (d. 115) I would never have perceived the action of the subtlest forms of hypocrisy in the self... Among the best of people is the Sufi learned in jurisprudence."

[Manazil as-Sa'ireen.]

Abdullah ibn Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahhab (1115 - 1201 AH.)

"My father Muhammad ibn Abdul Wahhab and I do not deny or criticize the science of Sufism, but on the contrary we support it, because it purifies the external and the internal of the hidden sins, which are related to the heart and to the outward form. Even though the individual might externally be on the right way, internally he might be on the wrong way. Sufism is necessary to correct it."

[ad-Dia'at mukathaffa did ash-shaykh ibn Abdul Wahhab, p. 85]

Ibn 'Abidin (1198 - 1252 AH.)

"The Seekers in this Sufi Way don't hear except from the Divine Presence and they don't love any but Him. If they remember Him they cry, and if they thank Him they are happy; ... May Allah bless them."

[Risa'il Ibn 'Abidin p. 172 & 173]

Muhammad 'Abduh (1265 - 1323 AH.)

"Tasawwuf appeared in the first century of Islam and it received a tremendous honor. It purified the self and straightened the conduct and gave knowledge to people from the Wisdom and Secrets of the Divine Presence."

[Majallat al-Muslim, 6th ed. 1378 H, p. 24].

Maulana Abul Hasan 'Ali an-Nadawi (1331 AH b.)

"These Sufis were initiating people on Oneness and sincerity in following the Sunnah of the Prophet (s) and to repent from their sins and to be away from every disobedience of Allah 'Azza wa Jall. Their guides were encouraging them to move in the way of perfect Love to Allah 'Azza wa Jall."...In Calcutta India, everyday more than 1000 people were taking initiation into Sufism. "...by the influence of these Sufi people, thousands and thousands and hundreds of thousands in India found their Lord and reached a state of Perfection through the Islamic religion."

[Muslims in India, p. 140-146]

Maulana Abul 'Ala Maudoodi (1321 - 1399 AH.)

"Sufism is a reality whose signs are the love of Allah and the love of the Prophet (saw), where one absents oneself for their sake, and one is annihilated from anything other than them, and it is to know how to follow the footsteps of the Prophet (s). ..Tasawwuf searched for the sincerity in the heart and the purity in the intention and the trustworthiness in obedience in an individual's actions." "The Divine Law and Sufism: "Sufism and Shariah: what is the similitude of the two? They are like the body and the soul. The body is the external knowledge, the Divine Law, and the spirit is the internal knowledge."

[Mabadi' al-Islam, p. 17]

Come and rest in my lap my child,

No fear, no sadness here resides…

This is and end much waited,

No more tears for these eyes…
Let me sing u a sweet lullaby,

Let me caress your hair to sleep,

No one shall pull, no one shall scratch,

No more grieves, no shattered dreams..

Lend me your hand,

ill never let it go,

And I collect these prayers unanswered,

Wishes split from their sacred rosary,

Tonight giving birth to your poetry,

Hidden in me , the love in the letters,

The wait, the agony, the first light never shattered,

The wilted flowers, the sighs , the sleepless nights,

The sad symphony, the ethereal reprise….

You the corpse and I the grave,

A relation for ever that never is slayed,

Come and rest in my lap my child,

No fear, no sadness here resides…

I'm not a loner.

I just like to be alone when I am sad,

and I am sad all the time.

the tearful eye, the noisy spirit are not enough,
the accusation of hidden love is not enough,
lets go today in the bazaar in chains,
let's go with hands waving, intoxicated, dancing,
let's go with dust on our heads, blood on our sleeves,
let's go the city our love live in,
everyone is watching,
the city's rule, the general populace
the unhappy morning, the day with no purpose,
the arrow of accusation, the stone of abuse
who else beside us in their intimate friend?
who now in our beloved's city is till pure?
who now is worthy of the executioner's hand?
Pick up the burden of the heart,
let's us go, heartboken ones
we are the ones who have to be mudered again, my friends.

"A woman's heart should be so lost in God,

that a man must seek Him in order to find her"

-anon.

....

I love...

Waking up to your name

Hearing your voice

Feeling your body against mine

Sensing your quiet demeanor

Seeing your beautiful eyes

Searching your soul

Talking with you until I fall asleep

Understanding your problems

Being with you

Standing by you

Hugging you

The butterflies I get when I see you...

you

lost...

Sometimes in the night,

I feel so strange,

Nothing seems right

I feel afraid,

So I turn on all the lights

I feel alone,

And I stare with trepidation,

At the phone,

Wondering if it's going to talk to me,

All on it's own

And I get lost,

Inside myself

In the middle of the night,

I'm someone else,

That I don't know

Nightfall lifts me up so high,

Even when I'm crawling,

I feel like I can fly

But I'm afraid to,

Spread my wings and try,

Because...

I just might die...

Sometimes in the night,

I hear voices praising me,

With all their might

I feel disconnected,

So I turn off all the lights

I feel passive,

I feel aggressive,

I wonder if all of this,

Is just a lesson,

That I'm not learning...

And I get lost,

Inside myself

In the middle of the night,

I'm someone else,

That I don't know

Nightfall lifts me up so high,

Even when I'm crawling,

I feel like I can fly

But I'm afraid to,

Spread my wings and try,

Because...

I just might die...

I might die,

And I don't care!

I can smell my fear,

Upon the night's air!

I hear whispering incantations,

That just a second ago...

Were not there!

I get lost...So lost...

Inside myself

In the middle of the night,

I'm someone else,

That I don't know

Into the night I go...

Nightfall lifts me up so high,

Even when I'm crawling,

I feel like I can fly

But I'm afraid to,

Spread my wings and try,

Because... I just might die...

- December 19, 2009

Knowledge exists potentially in the human soul like the seed in the soil;

by learning the potential becomes actual."

— Imam Al Ghazali

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star.

- Confucius

Could one not imagine oneself in a state which compares to being awake, just as wakefulness compares to being asleep? Being awake would be like the dreams of that state, which in turn would show that the illusion (of the certainty) of rational knowledge is nothing but vain imagination.

— Imam Al Ghazali

No matter how busy you may think you are,

you must find time for reading,

or

surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.

- Confucius

Join me in the Pure Atmosphere

I slip in and out of the Sea at night with this

Amazed soul I have.

I am like a magnificent, magic ocean turtle

Who sets aside his vast wings of

Blue effulgence

When I crawl upon your shores

To leave my divine seed of verse.

Let me remain cryptic tonight

All the way till dawn

As I orbit God

In this holy, ecstatic mood.

Grab hold of the corners

Of my luminous, tender shell

And I will whirl for you,

For I am covered with eminent crystals

That I have gathered from the infinite depths

Of love.

Follow my tracks in the sand that lead

Beyond thought and space,

For I can see deep down

That you are really a golden bird

That needs to

Dance

With your spirit enraptured and ascending

On the currents of Light

–On the currents of His

Breath.

Join me with your hands, wings, hoofs or fins

In my sublime applause.

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude

For life.

I slip in and out of the Moon each night

With a gracious ease

With this brilliant heart I have.

The Beautiful Friend, the Exquisite One,

Sometimes steps from His Invisible Body

And walks upon our shore

So that we might see and know

His radiant Tender Shell-His eminent crowns

That are the three worlds.

O grab hold of the hem of His skirt

As He spins this Universe on an emerald

Dance floor!

Cling to the Transcendent Elements in His glance

As the Beloved forever whirls

His Love.

Hafiz

Slips in and out of God at night

Tied to his own amazed

Soul.

From: “The Subject Tonight is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

Yunus Emre,

Burning, burning, I drift and tread.
Love spattered my body with blood.
I'm not in my senses nor mad,
Come, see what love has done to me.

Now and then like the winds I blow,
Now and then like the roads I go,
Now and then like the floods I flow,
Come, see what love has done to me.

Hold my hand, lift me from this place
Or take me into your embrace.
You made me weep, make me rejoice,
Come, see what love has done to me.

Searching, I roam from land to land,
In all tongues I ask for the Friend.
Who knows my plight where love is banned?
Come, see what love has done to me.

Lovelorn, I tread; madly I scream.
My loved one is my only dream;
I wake and plunge into deep gloom.
Come, see what love has done to me.

I'm Yunus, mystic of sorrow,
Suffering wounds from top to toe;
In the Friend's hands I writhe in woe.
Come, see what love has done to me

When it seems

That I will fall

And everything

Feels so wrong

When I’m just

Too weak within

Lord your love

Makes me strong..

Hide me as a secret that will never shine on lips like my words.

Gift..

I envy the sand that met his feet

I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Of birds that hovered above his head

Of spiders who spun their sacred web

To save him from his enemies

I envy clouds formed from the seas

That gave him cover from the heat

Of a sun whose light could not compete

With his, whose face did shine so bright

That all was clear in blinding night

I envy sightless trees that gazed

Upon his form completely dazed

Not knowing if the sun had risen

But felt themselves in unison

With those who prayed, and fasted too

Simply because he told them to

With truth and kindness, charity

From God who gave such clarity

His mercy comes in one He sent

To mold our hearts more heaven bent

I envy all there at his side

Who watched the turning of the tide

As truth prevailed and falsehood fled

And hope restored life to the dead

Men and Women through him found grace

To seek together God’s noble face

I envy the cup that gave him drink

His thoughts that helped us all to think

To be one thought that passed his mind

Inspiring him to act so kind

For me this world is not one jot

If I could simply be a thought

From him to God throughout the ages

As revelation came in stages

I pity all who think it odd

To hear him say there is one God

Or he was sent by God to men

To hone their spirits’ acumen

It’s pride that blinds us from the sight

That helps good men to see his light

He taught us all to be God’s slaves

And he will be the one who saves

Humanity from sinful pride

Muhammad has God on his side

So on this day be blessed and sing

For he was born to grace our Spring

With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth

In a dome of green like his on earth
( In honour of the Prophet [pbuh] )- Hamza Yusuf

taste of Rumi...

Last night
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
Love saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe your tears
and be silent.
I said, O Love
I am frightened,
but it’s not you.
Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
be silent.
I will whisper secrets in your ear
just nod yes
and be silent.
A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.
I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.
I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.
I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.
I said, O Love,
tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
You, just be silent.

Love’s fire, for a lifetime, burned my heart and soul

until the Beloved taught me the way of the lover.

Love’s jealousy gave me no chance to cry out;

it sewed my lips to keep me from speaking.

Like a moth, out of passion I circled Him so much

that He burned like the candle, kindling me for every assembly.

He stored me for years in the heart of time

so that in this age I could amplify the whisperings of Love.

I am a slave of The Master of the DIVINE Holy Fire;

from myself He bought me.

Then sold me for the price of the tavern’s wine.

Ru-Hu with the breath of the Beloved,

drunkenly said,

“Love’s fire, for a lifetime, burned my heart and soul.”

Copyright ©2009 RU-HU( Nizhat Ansari)