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Me Leaving Me

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  Me Leaving Me Part 1:   Gone. Quietly, so quietly, something left last night It must have climbed out that hole I’ve been digging for years now in the ground of ego. It was quiet, I heard nothing, like water evaporating, or shadows dissolving in sunlight. Where it went I don’t much care, but this does explain that strange feeling of absence and disorientation.   Me Leaving Me – Part 2:   Because I am not here anymore. It’s weird, I can’t move anymore, I can’t think anymore I still try, but its hollow, empty, feeble, like after a stroke. I guess I’m going to have to rely on YOU Beloved to help me, I Hope you love me that much. Fortunately, breath still moves, ever constant, I will pay attention to that, like an embrace beyond mortality; I ask myself: “so what are you going to do now that you’re gone?” I answer: “I think I’ll just be still and listen more intently.” Maybe I will finally relax, and surrenderer to your ...
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Blind Reunion - Call and I will Answer

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  It’s a mystery,  This Reunion with the Beloved. We don’t have to know her,  we just have to long for her. Then when we call her name, She can hear us and will come! As it is said: “Call and I Will answer!”
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In The End

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In the end, When we are given eyes of clear sight,                                              We will be judged; Not by some lofty God,                                              By our own conscience. Here, it may seem f orgiveness  is not close by,                But she will come,                                             if she sees you crying,                  to dry your tears.   Hey, I have   an idea,  Why not cry now, Cry hard, Feel your sou...
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Brave Enough

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There are times when I’m trying to become whole             and feel brave enough                         to allow the door                                     of love’s pain to open, and watch             what comes out.  Something always comes,             one way or another filling me with guilt,                or the loss of things I can’t repair,                             or change,       ...
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Yearning

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"There is some kiss we want with our whole lives" - Rumi You think you yearn                                 for things you don’t have, When           In reality                             You yearn for something  you already possess                                                                                     but have forgotten . Rumi says go ahead and yearn,                 As hard as you can, yearn         ...
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Song of the Mureed

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  Song of the Mureed   Part I: Love Everlasting Said the Murshid: Give me thy hand, I will walk with thee through the valley of death, That thou might know, as I know, life everlasting. For I was born that thou may have eternal life. Part II: A Drop in Thy Ocean When I feel myself as a drop in the ocean of your heart, Wherein the whole universe is reflected, Then truly do I know there is only One Being. Lost in the embrace of thy ecstasy,  I become one with All the rhythms of life, and the stillness beyond.   Part III: Heaven on Earth Beloved Murshid Thy humanity calls my soul to Earth, And thy divinity transforms Earth into Heaven. Part IV: Oh Holy One   Ya Quddus , Ya  Quddus Sings the mureed’s heart In the presence of the murshid; Eyes attentive, Lips closed, Heart Open. Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus Through the murshid, the most holy one is present. The sacred gate of God’s light upon Earth...
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Mirror of Remembrance

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It is said that the eye is the mirror of the Soul, so  I ask you, oh Friend, how does the eye see itself , and how does the soul come to know itself - eye and soul being one, as it were? Of course, the eye is born for seeing, and seeing is filled with the desire for knowing. But how can the eye truly know what it is, if all it sees is 'everything else but itself' - w hen all “that”, which is constantly reflected upon its tender surface,  is nothing but a reflection of 'otherness', of seer and seen. To see itself, the soul must find a true mirror upon which to gaze, a nd by some powerful allure, turn away from 'otherness'. If you are fortunate enough to find such a mirror, t hat shines brilliantly in the light of Truth, p erhaps your eye will feel some intangible nostalgia,  recognizing that reflection as its own. Then will your 'seeing' be transformed into recognition.    When Rumi recognized Shems, with all his heart, he was gone in an insta...
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