It really is so incomprehensible,
Words make a mockery of it;
In silence perchance
We grasp an atom of it's truth
and feast on that beauty our whole lives.
and feast on that beauty our whole lives.
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A Sufi's Call
Know my Friend, that which is called by the lover, is nothing but the Beloved calling back; Oh, I know it sounds like your ow...
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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, ... -
In the end, When we are given eyes of clear sight, We will be judged; Not by some lofty God... -
There are times when I’m trying to become whole and feel brave enough to allow the door ...
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