Tilok Chand Mehroom from The Portrait of Mercy:
"To honour you is to honour all existence Guru Nanak Your luminosity illuminates every particle Guru Nanak Your estate endows the intoxication of enlightenment Guru Nanak Your writings are the summit of worshipping truth Guru Nanak Divine mercy streams down from your portrait Guru Nanak Is it your portrait or is it a replica of kindness Is it your portrait or is it an imprint of reality Is it your portrait or is it an evidence of nobility Is it your portrait or is it comfort for a troubled heart Divine mercy streams down from your portrait Guru Nanak" |
There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of Spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild Darling! At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window. Rumi d. 1273 |
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Go sweep out the chamber of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved. When you depart out, He will enter it. In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties. Mahmud Shabistari. |
No More Leaving
At Some point Your relationship With God Will Become like this: Next time you meet Him in the forest Or on a crowded city street There won't be anymore "Leaving." That is, God will climb into Your pocket. You will simply just take Yourself Along! From: 'The Gift' Translated by Daniel Ladinsky |
Spring and all its flowers
By Hafiz (1320 - 1389) Spring and all its flowers now joyously break their vow of silence. It is time for celebration, not for lying low; You too -- weed out those roots of sadness from your heart. The Sabaa wind arrives; and in deep resonance, the flower passionately rips open its garments, thrusting itself from itself. The Way of Truth, learn from the clarity of water, Learn freedom from the spreading grass. Pay close attention to the artistry of the Sabaa wind, that wafts in pollen from afar, And ripples the beautiful tresses of the fields of hyacinth flowers. From the privacy of the harem, the virgin bud slips out, revealing herself under the morning star, branding your heart and your faith with beauty. And frenzied bulbul flies madly out of the House of Sadness to unite with the flowers; its love-crazed cry like a thousand-trumpet blast. Hafez says, and the experienced old ones concur: All you really need is to tell those Stories of the Fair Ones and the Goblet of Wine. |
We carry inside us
The wonder we seek outside us. -Rumi |
Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot,
feel me in the firmness under you. Rumi |
Lifting up the curtain, I have seen.
Kabir says: “Listen, my friend! there is no other satisfaction, save in the encounter with the Beloved.” |
"What you seek is seeking you." Rumi |
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