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Sunday, October 28, 2018

Ya Khabir

Ya Khabir Ya Khabir, All Knowing From the Source
Within. Ya Khabir, Oh Lord and Liege, Oh Holy Blessed One, The depth and height Of ‘just plain folk’. Ya Khabir, Oh silly one Hu makes me see My folly, And laugh. Ya Khabir, my Nabi Shakur Allah That you dwell so close. Ya Khabir, Say no more. Let us dwell diminished In Yh Khabir. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

Ya Khabir

Ya Khabir Ya Khabir, All Knowing From the Source
Within. Ya Khabir, Oh Lord and Liege, Oh Holy Blessed One, The depth and height Of ‘just plain folk’. Ya Khabir, Oh silly one Hu makes me see My folly, And laugh. Ya Khabir, my Nabi Shakur Allah That you dwell so close. Ya Khabir, Say no more. Let us dwell diminished In Yh Khabir. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

Ya Khabir Ya Khabir, All Knowing From the Source
Within. Ya Khabir, Oh Lord and Liege, Oh Holy Blessed One, The depth and height Of ‘just plain folk’. Ya Khabir, Oh silly one Hu makes me see My folly, And laugh. Ya Khabir, my Nabi Shakur Allah That you dwell so close. Ya Khabir, Say no more. Let us dwell diminished In Yh Khabir. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Making love

Making Love Making love with you has been easy and slow, like taking cnady from a lady. You make me feel like a man giving his best for the sake of love. We are gentle and we are smooth. and we are crazy and we are good. Together, we praise God in this ritual of love. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

The Hand of God

The Hand of God They say the Hand of God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. But, perhaps the most wonderous way is, when surrendered to God, our hands perform God’s Loving Will. Are we not the hands and feet, and mouths and minds of The One Creator? Speak, Act boldly for The Almight, but lean not on your own separated understanding. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

The Face of God

The Face of God Shams knows a man who met God Face to face and lived. Perhaps not. Perhaps he looked, died, died, and then, was born again. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Estaughforallah

Estaughforallah We say ‘Pardon me’. Arabic speakers say ’estaughforallah’. It literally means God forgive me. Like all ancient languages, there are layers of meaning. As a prayer, it means, ‘God forgive my ego; Help me get my ego out of Your way.‘ The ego is a wonderful servant, but a terrible master. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 19, 2018

Hey There, Lonely Boy

Hey There, Lonely Boy Why all the judgment, lonely boy? Don’t you see, how you are driving friends away? We have enough judgments of our own. Shams says, “Relax, you are loved and accepted just as you are.” Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

While the Sun Gently Shines

While the Sun Gently Shines Fall is my favorite season (today). Days, like this one I am in, are my favorites with their crisp, cool mornings, and their aspiring artistic trees, settling down for winters coldest spells. First frost has come and gone; my tomatoes survived the night with barely a hint of freezing cell damage. How many more nights do that have, I wonder. My only caring task on theit behalf, to pluck the ripening ones. I am getting to be an older man in the fall of my life. May I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

She Is Fifty Years My Junior

She Is Fifty Years My Junior I do not know why she was attracted, Nor why why she attracted me. She asked for a hug when I dropped her off. Today we meet for coffee, and a ride to her P.O. i own my excitement at seeing her again. Perhaps, we shall be lovers or merely friends. At twenty one, she is wise beyond her years. May God bless this holy union. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Nightmare

Nightmare I woke from a nightmare dazed and confused. What was its message, this dream that wanted my attention to badly? i was the priest at a funeral of a person I did not know, among people I did not know. i felt alone, isolated, and out of my element. i felt I was failing, not up to the task. i thought about that dream a lot. i prayed and my best guess leads me to believe that God is reminding me ”to lean not on my own understanding”, but on the glorious guidance of The One, Who is Mercy and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 14, 2018

The Jokester God

The Jokester God Our God has a sense of humor with Her Justice. We have a President who continues campaign rallies intead of governing on the people’s behalf. God gave us what we asked for: A TV celeb who knows nothing about our Great nation or its poor and disenfranchised. Thank you Lord for this lesson, ”Be careful what you ask for.” We shall survive this anomaly, bur, only because God is still in charge. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 12, 2018

The Church of Walmart

The Church of Walmart The Church of Walmart ‘s parking lot is full. Ongoing service begin every minute of the day and night. Bring your offerings; leave with gifts. This American Church never closes, even though their theology is suspect. True believers, all who enter here. The Church of buying has open doors. So, come, come whoever you are, begger, fool, homeless, millionaire: All are welcome to The Church of All. Shams says, “Turn your eyes toward Jesus and repent. This church will never lead... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

In the Silence

In the Silence In the silence of the early morning hours, you can hear your soul stir. In that silence, love is nurtured by a still small voice which constantly comes from within. Some say it is God who speaks. Some say it is Your higher self. Shams says, “It does not matter what you call it. It speaks truth. Listen for that voice on dawns’s morning breath.” Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

In the Grocery Parking Lot

In the Grocery Parking Lot I bought some bacon reduced for quick sale. i bought some oxtale for my holy pup. Now I sit, relaxing in my car. A sip of beer, a sacred prayer, a moment to reconnect. The grocery lot, now, a Holy Ground. Sign in to see full entry.

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