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Saturday, October 21, 2006

The Most Beloved Friend - Rumi

how very close is your soul with mine i know for sure everything you think goes through my mind i am with you now and doomsday not like a host caring for you at a feast alone with you i am happy all the times the time i offer my life or the time you gift me your love offering my life is a profitable venture each life i give you pay in turn a hundred lives again in this house there are a thousand dead and still souls making you stay as this will be yours a handful of earth cries aloud i used to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 20, 2006

The Lovers Will Drink Wine Night and Day

The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty. When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist. Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again. - Rumi Tear Away the Veils, Beloved This keen mind has brought Mere pleasure and pain; Both are quiescent suffering. Let me slip into exquisit garments Of sober bliss! For i did not come to this place To demonstate my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 19, 2006

Now sleeping, now awake, my heart is in constant fervor. It is a covered saucepan, placed on fire. O you! who have offered us form a cup a silencing wine; Each moment a new tale is shouting to be told in silence. In his wrath there are a hundred kindnesses, in his meanness a hundred generosities; In his ignorance immeasurable gnosis, silently speaking like the mind. The words of those whom you have silenced, cannot hear but those whom you have made uncounscious; I am both silent and fermenting... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The Whisper of Silence - Rumi

I went crazy last night, love ran into me and said: 'I am coming, do not shout, do not tear your clothes, speak no more.' 'O love!' I said: 'I am afraid of other things.' 'There is nothing else' it said: 'speak no more. I shall whisper hidden words into your ear; You just nod in approval! except in secret speak no more!' (Divan 2219:1-5) Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz, 'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of Jalal al-Din Rumi', University of South Carolina Press, 1998 In Silence For one brief... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 16, 2006

mad and drunk with desire for the world of Light

Hail to the company of all who have become mad and drunk with desire for the world of Light, with their passionate love for the majesty of the Light of Lights, and who, in their ecstasy, have become like the Seven Poles of the world. —Shihab ud-Din Suhrawardi On this Breath On this breath, Draw in the light of a billion stars. Feel your cells respond in giggling vibration. On this breath, Kindle the light within. Ibn 'Arabi says: "Remember that light is of two kinds: a light having no rays, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

The Sempiternal Binge

Salutations to the day of friendship’s delight To the pupils that have seen the light. Greeting the heart of the righteous, bright, To the candle of the sanctuary of the right. From among my friends, I see none remain Bring wine for my heart, bleeding, contrite. From the abode of the Magi don’t turn away There, you will find the key to your plight. Bride of the World, in goodness, extreme Has taken infidelity to extreme height. If my tired heart has no more resolve, From heavy hearted will seek... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 13, 2006

All is contained in the divine breath, like the day in the morning dawn

All is contained in the divine breath, like the day in the morning dawn. - Muhyi-din Ibn 'Arabi My Poem Ar Rahman, Ar Rahim Only this Divine breath exists. Full of Mercy, Filled with Compassion. A seed of God grows into God Bloom now, in the Light of Divine Grace. Allah, Allah... to You Allah, My Heart does fly. There is not one thing That can separate us From this divine Life. No tragedy, no joy so puissant As to turn the eyes of my heart from Thee. Truly this Is the Day That the Lord has made.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 12, 2006

Let not the pious judge the meek - Hafiz

Let not the pious judge the meek; Each for his own deeds will speak. Whether I’m good or bad, you judge yourself; You reap what you sow, find what you seek. Everyone is seeking love, sober or drunk; Everywhere a house of love, yet so unique. I submit my head on the tavern’s bricks, If you don’t understand, just take a peek. Let me keep my hope of eternal grace, Behind the veil, who is good, who the freak? Not only I fell out of virtuous path, My father too, treaded that path oblique. Hafiz, on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The corner of the Tavern is my altar

The corner of the tavern is my altar, where I pray At dawn, the mantra of the Old Magi, I say. Fear not if the harp plays not at sun's morning ascent My morning cry of repentance is the music I play. Thank God, free from beggars and kings, away, I stay; Homage, to the beggar at the door of the Beloved, I pay. For Thee, in the mosque and the tavern, my time, I spent; By God, from this intent, I never ran nor walked astray. Only, Angel of Death's blade can uproot my tent Running from love and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 5, 2006

At every instant and from every side - Rumi

At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love: We are going to sky, who wants to come with us? We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels, And now we will go back there, for there is our country. We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels: Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty. What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust? Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place? Luck is with us, to us is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Our death is our wedding with eternity. Rumi

Our death is our wedding with eternity. What is the secret? "God is One." The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes; It is not in the juice made from the grapes. For he who is living in the Light of God, The death of the carnal soul is a blessing. Regarding him, say neither bad nor good, For he is gone beyond the good and the bad. Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, So that he may place another look in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 3, 2006

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating - Rumi

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow? The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light. Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color! For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul. Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped the earth of water and clay,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 2, 2006

The Wild Wandering Qalandars

There are wild wandering Sufis called qalandars, who are constantly tickled with life. It's scandalous how they love and laugh at any small event. People gossip about them, and that makes them deft in their cunning, but really a great God-wrestling goes on inside these wanderers, a flood of sunlight that's drunk with the whole thing... - Rumi Qalandar Bums The Bums sat laughing As passersby Gave them wide birth. These saints of the street Laughed and sang And hustled loose change. The local... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 1, 2006

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness: Rumi

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over. Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting. The here-and-now mountain is a tiny... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 30, 2006

On the Deathbed - Rumi

On the Deathbed Go, rest your head on a pillow, leave me alone; leave me ruined, exhausted from the journey of this night, writhing in a wave of passion till the dawn. Either stay and be forgiving, or, if you like, be cruel and leave. Flee from me, away from trouble; take the path of safety, far from this danger. We have crept into this corner of grief, turning the water wheel with a flow of tears. While a tyrant with a heart of flint slays, and no one says, "Prepare to pay the blood money."... Sign in to see full entry.

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