Showing posts with label Women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women. Show all posts

Saturday, 8 June 2013

Ardent Love

Ardent Love
farmer of heart
With every breath
I plant the seeds of devotion,
I am a farmer of the Heart.
(Maulana Jalaludin  RA)

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Sensitivity


Sensitivity
There’s no dawn without a night,
there’s no victory without a fight,
there’s no rainbow without the rain,
there’s no happiness without pain!
Unknown

Thursday, 7 March 2013

The Path


The Path
When love beckons to you,
follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold,
you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden
among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you,
believe in him,
Though his voice,
may shatter your dreams
as the north wind,
lays waste the garden.
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, 3 March 2013

Trifle


Trifle
friend is friend m
Look as long as you can at the
friend you love.
No matter whether that
friend is moving away from you or
coming back toward you.
,,
Maulana Jalaludin Rumi

A Moment To Ourselves


A Moment To OurselvesBeauty is how u see ,,,
The appearance of things
changes according to the emotions;
and thus we see magic and
beauty in them,
while the magic and
beauty are really in ourselves.
.
Kahlil Gibran

Fact Known to ONE


Fact Known to ONE
falling into place m
Fact Know to ONE
Sometimes
when things are
falling apart
they may actually be
falling into place.

Inception


Inception
in love
I fell in love with her courage,
her sincerity,
and
her flaming self respect.
And
it’s these things
I’d believe in,
even if the whole world
indulged in wild suspicions
that
she wasn’t all
she should be.
I love her
and
it is the beginning of
everything.
 ,,,
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Thursday, 14 February 2013

The Wound


The Wound
the wound
The wound is
the place
where the light
enters you. ♥
,,,
Maulana Jalaludin Rumi RA
,,,

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

My Faithful Lover


My Faithful Lover




Moon m
The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.
She said,
“The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.
Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.
Hafiz,
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
Itself?”

And I replied,
Dear moon,
Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together
Close like this more often
So I might instruct you
How to become
Who you
Are!
Hafiz

You Will Always Be Home


You Will Always Be Home




home Journey m
Life is a journey that can be difficult when traveled alone.
Share your voyage through life with someone you love
And then no matter where life takes you.
You will always be home.

Thing Called Love



Thing Called Love

Love the light m
I’ve been looking for a long, long time,
for this thing called love,
I’ve ridden comets across the sky,
and I’ve looked below and above.
Then one day I looked inside myself,
and this is what I found,
A golden sun residing there,
beaming forth Allah’s (God’s) light and sound.
Maulana Jalaludin Rumi
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Tranquillity


Tranquillity
more or less mm
Peaceful
is the one
who’s
not concerned
of having
more
or
less.
,,,
Maulana Jalaludin Rumi (RA)
,,,

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Stop Desiring


Stop Desiring
suffering m
All your suffering
comes
from
desiring things
that
cannot be had.
Stop desiring
and
you won’t suffer.
Maulana Jalaludin Rumi

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

The Roses Are In Bloom


The Roses Are In Bloom
 dancing m
Come, come,
The roses are in bloom!
Come, come,
The Beloved has arrived!
Now is the time to unite
the soul and the world.
Now is the time to see the sunlight
dancing as one with the shadows.
Laugh at those faithless men
who boast with loud voices.
Weep for that friend
who has turned away from the Friend.
The whole city is trembling with fear now
that the madman has broken from his chains.
What a day! What a day!
A day of upheaval! A day of revolt!
Perhaps the scroll
that records every deed is falling from the sky!
Beat the drum,
Speak no more–
The heart has gone,
The mind has gone,
The soul,
too,
has gone to the
Beloved.
The seeds of
His love blossom in every heart.
The sounds of
His flute fill every celebration.
Everyone thinks that he sings and dances
But no—
He is the only one singing,
He is the only one dancing.
We drink the wine of our own blood,
aged in the barrels of our soul.
We would give our lives for a sip of that nectar,
Our heads in exchange for one drop.
Maulana Jalaludin Rumi