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!”
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.
The great sea of life
Crashes against the shore of eternity,
It will never flood this land;
Seek refuge here from
The ravages of sickness, old age and death;
Admittance is open to all,
Its entrance as close as the awareness of the
pause between two breaths.
My Friend, I must let you in on a secret of great worth...
Your True-Self is a Beloved which your heart longs to find, yet cannot find by seeking; for when you seek, it hides - your seeking, as it were, is a veil over that which is sought.
Unlike worldly seeking, this seeking of Self is different, for that which is sought, is also that which seeks - how does the eye see itself?
Yet know that without seeking, the sought will never be found.
Seeking indeed is looking, and looking attracts the alluring beauty of the sought; Seeking is calling, and calling indeed draws one near - but 'nearness' is not finding!
Find in your seeking, Love. It will feel like a deep desire to find something lost, like a beloved calling to be known. Let that love fill your seeking, for when love fills your seeking, a veil to finding is rent; and when love becomes surrender, yet another veil dissolves.
And if by surrendering you feel lost, remember only that the Beloved is found when you are lost - do you really expect the Beloved to embrace you in a room crowded with 'i-me-mine'. As the lovers say: 'either the lover exists or the beloved, not both.'
You will experience arrival of the beloved unexpectedly, like a surprise kiss from a longing known only in a dream, bringing tears of joy, and a sense of all pervading love and divine intimacy.
Sadly, you cannot yet take this intimacy as permanent, for that feeling of awakening in the arms of Oneness will leave, and leave you bereft, but worry not, for now you know the way by which the beloved will return.
Remember, this union is like two rivers joining to become one, and then merging in the Ocean of Unity - it takes time for the memory of two, to dissolve in the flowing of One; and it takes yet a little more time to fully forget what you were, and be what you are.
So my Friend, stop seeking, be optimistic and patient, keep remembering and surrendering in love; and the rest we can leave to Grace from the One Above!
I ask you, oh Friend, how does the eye see itself?
Of course, the eye is born for seeing, and seeing is filled with a desire for knowing; but how can the eye truly know itself, if all it sees is 'everything else' but itself; when what is constantly reflected upon its tender surface, is nothing but an image of 'otherness' - of seer and seen?
To see itself, it must find a Truth mirror upon which to gaze, and by some powerful allure, turn away from 'two'.
If you are fortunate enough to find such a mirror, that shines so brilliantly with the light of One; then perhaps you will feel some intangible nostalgia, to draw your eye to its own reflection.
Upon this reflection, let your eye be focused, your gaze persistent and your remembering constant; allow the unifying power of sight to fill you with the magic of surrender - then your remembering will transform into becoming, and becoming into the light of true knowing.
Just as Rumi remembered Shems with all his heart, and was lost in that Sun of Truth; so too, in this brilliant reflection will your eyes be blinded to 'another' and lost in Oneness.
The eye is the light of thy being. If thine eye be single, thy whole being
shall be full of light.
Jesus
The Mirror (from The Secret Rose Garden
Your eye has not strength enough
to gaze at the burning sun,
but you can see its burning light
by watching its reflection
mirrored in the water.
So the reflection of Absolute Being
can be viewed in the mirror of Not-Being,
for nonexistence, being opposite Reality,
instantly catches its reflection.
Know the world from end to end is a mirror;
in each atom a hundred suns are concealed.
If you pierce the heart of a single drop of water, from it will flow a hundred
clear oceans; if you look intently at each speck of dust, in it you will see a
thousand beings.
A gnat in its limbs is like an elephant;
in name a drop of water resembles the Nile.
In the heart of a barleycorn is stored a hundred harvests.
Within a millet-seed a world exists.
In an insects wing is an ocean of life.
A heaven is concealed in the pupil of an eye. The core at the center of the heart is small, yet the Lord of
both worlds will enter there.
by Shabistari
We do not see things as they are; we see them as we are. Oh Allah, show me the reality of all things as it (truly) is.
Dua of Prophet Muhammed PBUH
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, ...