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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Salvation

You will never know enough to be saved. You can never do enough to be saved. You will never be good enough to be saved. If you could ever know, or do, or be good enough; then you would not need Salvation. Shams says: Surrender to your Self and Salvation is yours. © 2010, Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 15, 2010

Exuberance

"Hey, exuberant dancer; You with your closed eyes. Sober up! Open your eyes and look around. Do you not see how we Are all dancing as One? Relax into Us. Stop sticking out like a petulant child. We are One in the Spirit; Come, join!" © 2010, Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 14, 2010

She died alone

she died alone in 1940 in the company of her books. Gerard Manley Hopkins mourned her. He became a Jesuit priest, burned all his poetry when he was 24. When he finally returned to the poetry path again, it was in secret. "Why in secret?" we ask. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I have been given this moment

I have been given This moment To touch the hem Of Your Garment. I reach out in full Faith! Touch completed, Faith rewarded, Transfer of Baraka, Accomplished. Now, Shams must speak: From his open mouth: Silence! C. 2010, Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Scrabble

"How is it?" "Like pear juice with a little kick." (Extremes are merely the Reminders of our need for Thee. Olin struggles to make a move. Khabir follows with sweet adab. The game, now over. The guests; all gone home. And we share the necessary moments to serve God in this together unity of space and time. Fello teachers, on the way, We pledge to serve The One, the All. in silent love, we heed the call. We are the dervishes who turn in light, together. © 2010 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Attention

Pay attention! Be aware! Each moment, varying in length, Presents its own miracle to those with eyes to see. Give your awareness freely to each, unfolding moment. Remind yourself, "This too shall Pass!" Clutch nothing Float gentle in the deep middle of flowing moments' stream. This is the way that leads home with the most Joy and Life!!! © 2010, Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Salvation

Salvation You will never know enough to be saved. You can never do enough to be saved. You will never be good enough to be saved. I you could ever know or do, or be good enough, You would not need salvation! Shams says: "Surrender to Your Self and salvation is yours! © 2010, Shamsuddin jim Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 5, 2009

Devotion

The way of devotion is as good as the way of knowledge. But as long as God keeps the feeling of ego in us, it is easier to follow the path of devotion. -Ramakrishna Reprinted with permission from "The Wisdom of the Hindu Gurus," edited by Timothy Freke, published by Godsfield Press Devotion Oh, Sweet, Beloved, Holy Other; I bow in loving reverence. To serve Thee is Bliss In the silly soberness of this stage. Blessedness, Holy Lover; Bless me in your golden presence. Near or Far, You are the star... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I once knew a dervish

I once knew a dervish I once knew a dervish Who could turn and dip All in the same moment. She was drunk with God. Ya Jamilla, her beauty Lifted us to Holy Realms And More. And all the while, Our feet and hers Stayed grounded On the floor. She turned so fast Our heads would spin; Our hearts would leap for joy! In those moments We turned with her And Unity adored. The secret to the perfect turn Is to do it every day; To dance in life And treat all strife As God inspired play. © 2007 Shamsuddin... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 2, 2009

Heart Truths

Heart Truths Broken hearts: great tragedy! The heart cannot be broken; It is just our ego shell taking the blows of love's training. Oh shatter me, Sweet Creator That Love may enter To display Her Beauty. Beautiful Butterfly Come rest with Shems. I bring no net to capture you. I came to complete your beauty. For Beauty unrecognized is incomplete. This is the secret of creation; The reason for the manifest. Shems says: “Beloved Butterfly, Bless you for this sacred trust. We are this beauty... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 30, 2009

In Just One Breath

In Just One Breath In just one breath I fell in Love all over Again. I rose to meet Your Pure Light. In that rising, I became as meaningless As You. Alas, the moment passes. The next breath, Your Light: a faded Memory. It’s all OK, Move with the flow Of even next breath’s blow. Be not afraid We’ve all been saved From the moment we were born. © 2007 Noosphere Communications Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 26, 2009

I Want to Live Forever

I Want to Live Forever Shams will just say it, “ I want to live forever!” It was not always so. At age 9, I contemplated Such a life, But, infinity was too horrific For such a young mind To hold. Once I found You, Beloved, I knew that glory never ends. Shams says: “ The Shakina is enough To keep forever fair. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

Consideration

Consideration The heart of every man, both good and bad, is the abode of God, and care should be taken never to wound anyone by word or act. Bowl of Saki, by Hazrat Inayat Khan I'm sorry, Please forgive me for whatever is going on inside me that manifests as Hurt. Want to be free of That? Want to be Free of That! I love you Please accept me And whatever is going on inside me that manifests as Fear. WANT to be Free of That! Want to be FREE of That? © 2008 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 24, 2009

I Am Smitten, It Is True

I Am Smitten, It Is True I Am Smitten, It Is True I surrender all thought of power For a moment spent with you. No pretense; No trying to be: Your hero Or Your shining fool. I am merely happy Hanging out with You. So much to share, My soul to bare, To Truth, I must be true. I'll say it now, In private And in the public view. “I am loving You!” © 2008 Noosphere Communications Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 23, 2009

Hearken to the Reed Forlorn

H earken to the R eed F orlorn Hearken to the Reed forlorn, Ever since it was torn From the rushy bed of Reeds; In plaintiff song it bleeds. Listen to The Lover's Heart Longing for Its Sacred Home. How it wails and cries and sings. Oh, Beloved, hum my part. That I might sing along. This Longing laughs at Life's success. There is nothing, nothing, nothing; Only You, Beloved. I will sing until you come. © 2007 Shams-i- Sign in to see full entry.

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