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!”
Poems flowing from a heart melting in the loving sun of spirit.
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!”
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 forgiveness
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 soul shaking
For all
you’ve loved,
and lost and harmed;
Did you know,
you can dry these tears,
with your own forgiveness?
But who would think that forgiving ourself,
is harder than forgiving another!
To dry these tears,
The sleeve of a robe filled with a broken heart
Seems to work best!
I think you will find, that in the end
You will not be judged,
You
will be loved.
And love is stronger than death!
"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
As if your LIFE depended on it.
Finally, you will be exhausted,
so tired you can't even think of yearning.
Then, in that stillness
behind yearning
something gives up:
The pain of separation
from that
which we yearn.
Funny how
no one ever sees
yearning as a veil
hiding
That Kiss we want with our whole lives.
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
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,
An answer to the yearning of the mureed’
s heart and soul.
Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus
Veiled to the world,
The murshid becomes unveiled to the
mureed
And thereby
ushers the mureed into the presence of
the Divine.
Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus,
Oh Holy One.
The Mureed is a seeker, who seeks spiritual realization
and guidance from the God-Realized Teacher or Murshid.
There are many friendships in this world, but
the friendship between murshid and mureed is in the path of God, in the path of Light
and Truth." Therefore, every earthly relation may have a chance to break,
but the relation between murshid and mureed is not for the life on earth only. It is
this belief which keeps their souls together, helping each other along the
spiritual path. - Hazrat Inayat Khan
Ya Quddus means the most holy or sacred one.
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' - when 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, and by some powerful allure, turn away from 'otherness'.
If you are fortunate enough to find such a mirror, that shines brilliantly in the light of Truth, perhaps 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 instant! May your eye too, recognizing itself in that reflection, lose itself;
When this happens, your eye will see truly, remembering it is not alone, and if that remembering becomes persistent, and strong with surrender, it too will become lost in the Sun of Truth.
Now when your soul looks upon the world, it no longer sees 'everything else' as 'other', it sees everything else as it truly is - a reflection of itself, and you eye will know the full measure by which 'self is other', and 'other is self'.
When you hurt,
Find a flower, and let it share its joy;
Listen to a bird sing, and let them lift your spirit;
Feel the Earth heal your body, Sit on some grass
And let it share its vitality;
Sit by flowing water, its sound can sooth a broken heart;
Press your spine against the trunk of a tree,
And feel its strength;
Let the breeze at dawn dry your tears;
Let the moon wrap your heart in her love;
Look to the night sky, and let
the vastness of space carry you away from this place.
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, ...