Silent Sufi Melodies

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art” -RUMI

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NOW

It is bliss to shrink within this expansion and the waves of compassion reach the stars and awaken the space beyond

I am transcending the edges of this sillouette by not escaping but diving into its darkness

There is no other way but to accept its existence within me and breathe into a heart that contains the light and the dark

Integrating within every heartbeat nuanced colours unimaginable

To listen to secret symphonies which guide my soul to the unseen

To a place of absolute trust and safety

A love so unconditional

I am willing to die for.

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Beauty

And I dive deeper into the grief an endless abyss of shattered dreams

Freefalling through shards that cut right through me

I gasp with each tearful sigh and fall deeper and deeper

Within the pain there is a sweetness a nectar of true compassion that soothes my soul with joy and waves of delicate peace

Then silence within stillness and stillness within silence

There. Endless. Timeless. Beauty.

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Transcend

Pieces of my heart fall away in the stream of life

I accept ...

Some things will never be

The heart needs to break so one can transcend

 ... mere feelings

There is a place beyond fluctuating states

A place of safety

Of solidarity

A refuge that will never cease 

That will never change 

That loves one unconditionally

Then this suffering makes sense

one must break free from the false

in order to transcend to the real

Everlasting peace

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Mujhme ab rang sab tumhara hai (You have highly influenced me) Itna keh de ki tu humara hai (Just say that you belong me)

Teri qudraton ka shumaar kya (Your nature is unpredictable or uncountable, incomputable.) Teri wasaton ka hisab kya (Your grounds are incalculable)

Tum hi te aalam mein rangobu (You are the world of wonders & joys. ) Teri shaan jalla jalalahu (May your glory or brilliance be glorified)

Jo aaye tumhari bazm mein (One that comes under your shelter or protecttion) Deewana ho jaaye (Turns a lover or devotee of Yours. )

Yeh achhi pardadari hai (A decent hiding or hideaway) Yeh achhi raazdaari hai (Such a good confidentiality)

Yahan hona na hona hai, (To be here is to not be, ) Na hona ain hona hai, (to not be is exactly to be. )

hona na hona hai, Jise hona ho kuch, (One who is about to face an unfortunate event. ) Khaak-e-dar-e-jaana na ho jaye, (He is totally safe under God’s harbor. )

Woh mai de de jo pahle shibli o mansoor ko di thi, (Give me the wine that you gave before to Shibli and Mansoor. ) To ‘Bedam’ bhi nisar-e-murshid-e-mai-khana ho jaaye, (So that Be-Dam also becomes a sacrificant of the Pastor of the Winehouse. )

O Maula! (O Almighty! ) Maula mera Maula aa.. (O dear Almighty! )

Humein bhi jal wagahe Naaz par lekar chalo moosa Tumhe gash aa gaya to Husn-e-jaan kaun dekhega

(Take me to the beauty of sight hey Musa If you get unconscious who will see the beauty of beloved. The background Hazrat Musa's insistence to see Allah and a mere sight of Allah made Musa unconscious. So poet is telling to Musa to take him with him to see the Creator if he is unconscioused who will see the beauty of the Creator.) Mohammad Haikal Hashmi

Chali hai meri aahein, Arsh ka paaya hilaane ko, (My sighs are going to move the whole sky. )

Kahin barham nizam-e-aalam-e-baala na ho jaaye

(I am afraid the organized system of heaven may not be disorganized) Mohammad Haikal Hashmi

Nami danam ke aakhir choon dam-e-deedar mi raqsam (I do not know why I am dancing at this moment of union. )

Mana aan bismil keh zer-e-khanjar-e-khoon-khaar mi raqsam (I am the disciple who dances under the assassin’s dagger. )

(Zahey taqwa ke mun ba jubba o dastar mi raqsam (For the sake of piety I am dancing with my robe and turban.) Mohammad Haikal Hashmi

Manam aa qatr-e-shabnam ba nok-e-khaar mi raqsam, (I and the droplet of dew on the thorn dancing together.) Mohammad Haikal Hashmi

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“When we let go of our battles and open our heart to things as they are, then we come to rest in the present moment.”

Jack Kornfield

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“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

— Anaïs Nin, Diary, 1969 (via goodreadss)

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"A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live"

- Lao Tzu

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Peace shall come

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"How was the human termed ‘insān’? The origin of ‘insān’ is from ‘uns’ (love) and ‘nisyān’ (forgetfulness) – one is the lexical and the other is its implied meaning. ‘Uns’ means that one fell in love or developed deep affection. Human is the being that helplessly falls in love with someone, and the heart that is void of love is empty from the essence of humanity.

Then, what was to be loved when there was nothing? The love that termed the human ‘insān’ was the love for the Absolute Truth. He fell in love with the One called Allāh. The word Allāh has eight origins in which one is “the One who others helplessly develop radical forms of love for and lose themselves in (maḥabba and ‘ishq)”. Thus, those who become lost are those who ‘forget’. The human loved Him in such a way that he forgot everything except Him; he even forgot himself. The love is perfect only when the lover forgets everything but the Beloved."

— Shaykh Dr. Muhammad Tāhir al-Qādrī

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Love Dogs

One night a man was crying,

            Allah! Allah!

His lips grew sweet with the praising,

Until a cynic said,

            “So! I have heard you

calling out, but have you ever

gotten any response?”

The man had no answer to that.

He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.

He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,

In a thick, green foliage.

            “Why did you stop praising?”

“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”

            “This longing

you express is the return message.”

The grief you cry out from

Draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness

That wants help

Is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.

The whining is the connection.

There are love dogs

No one knows the name of.

Give your life

To be one of them.

-Rumi

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If a blow comes to you from Heaven, be alert to a gift of honor after it; for He is not the King to slap you without giving you a crown and a throne on which to rest.

The whole world is worth only a gnat’s wing, but a single slap may bring an infinite reward. Slip your neck nimbly out of this golden collar that is the world, and take the slaps that come from God. The prophets suffered those blows on the neck, and from that affliction they lifted their heads high.

But always be present, attentive, and ready in yourself, youthful one, in order that He may find you at home. Otherwise He will take back His gift of honor, saying “I found no one there.”

- Rumi

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And when the tsunami of grief subsides The sobbing of my heart skips sighs Into a lullaby so gentle so sweet Within every heartbeat I hear the Beloved calling Al-lah Al-lah Al-lah Swaying my soul into a subtle ecstacy. It is the Beloved's name I hear He reaches me before I can remember Him

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I find company in the solitude of tears. I grieve like I have lived for a thousand years. To feel so much feels like a blessing and a curse. This overwhelming sensitivity to existence ... Everything cuts so deep. An ecstacy feels heavenly; a terror feels like a hell. And so the pendulum of life swings. From eternity to non-existence. I find solace in stillness, serenity in silence. Peace in non-resistence. Honouring the beauty of every moment is accepting unconditional love. What is it that we fear the most? The terror of separation or the fire of love?

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Surrender

And I lay my armour at my Beloved's feet Why would I resist His love, His mercy? The wounded battlefield of my heart Is ready to accept all that is I am tried of building walls And drowning in this loneliness Where do I find the courage to walk, to walk into this fire of love? My existence is one of destitution And helplessness I walk into a bittersweet surrender As my knees buckle into brokeness And the fire of love consumes me As the grace descends simultaneously In my Beloved's Presence In my Beloved's Presence I am free.