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And whom, or what, is one to love?

And whom , or what, is one to love? Is one to choose a certain leaf upon the Tree of Life and pour upon it all ones Heart? What of the branch that bears the leaf? What of the stem that holds the branch? What of the bark that shields the stem? What of the roots that feed the bark, the stem, the branches and leaves? What of the soil embosoming the roots? What of the sun, and sea, and air that fertilise the soil?

If one small leaf upon a tree be worthy of your love how much more so the tree in its entirety? The love that singles out a fraction of the whole foredooms itself to grief.  

You say, ‘But there be leaves and leaves upon a single tree.  Some are healthy, some are sick; some are beautiful, some, ugly; some are giants, some are dwarfs.  How can we help but pick and choose?’

I say to you, Out of the paleness of the sick proceeds the freshness of the healthy.  I further say to you that ugliness is Beauty’s palette, paint and brush; and the dwarf would not have been a dwarf had he not given of his stature to the giant.

You are the Tree of Life.  Beware of fractioning yourselves.  Set not a fruit against a fruit, a leaf against a leaf, a bough against a bough; nor set the stem against the roots; nor set the tree against the mother-soil.  That is precisely what you do when you love one part more than the rest, or to the exclusion of the rest.

You are the Tree of Life.  Your roots are everywhere.  Your boughs ad leaves are everywhere.  Your fruits are in every mouth…

Love is the sap of life.  While Hatred is the pus of Death.  But love, like blood, must circulate unhindered in the veins.  Repress the blood, and it becomes a menace and a plague.  And what is Hate but Love repressed, or Love withheld, therefore becoming such a deadly poison both to the feeder and the fed; both to the hater and to that he hates? 

A yellow leaf upon your tree of life is nut a Love-weaned leaf.  Blame not the yellow leaf.

Book of Mirdad – Mikhail  Naimy

The wealth of the seeker is emptiness (fakr, poverty)

God said to the Dhu ‘l-Nun Misri:
I divided humanity into ten parts.
I presented worldly desires to them. 90% of humanity chose worldliness.
Of those who remained, I presented them with heaven.
90% headed to heaven.
Of those who remained, I gave them a taste of hell.
90% were scattered away due to their fear of hellfire.
Only a handful remained:
not enamored by worldliness, not seduced by heaven, and unafraid of hell-fire.
I said to them: “My servants! You did not look at worldliness. You did not desire heaven,
and were unafraid of hell-fire. What are you here for?”
They humbly put their heads down and said: “You yourself know Who it is that we desire.”
-Omid Safi, translations from Farid al-Din Attar

 

“Who are my beloved ones?”

 “Who are my beloved ones?” the Prophet asked. “We are!” the Companions replied. “You are my companions. My beloved ones are those who will come after me and will love me even though they have not seen me. They will become beloved to me.”
(Hadith)

See how Love merges with Lovers,

See how Love merges with Lovers,
how the soul blends into matter.

Don’t say: this and that, good and bad.
See how ‘this’ and ‘that’ intermingle.

Don’t talk about this world and that other.
See how this world and that meld together.

The heart’s a king, the tongue its interpreter-
see how king and interpreter melt into one.

Let us unite with each other,
together, like the earth, and the sky.

Look at fire, water, earth and air:
enemies, yet friends, mixed together.

Wolf, sheep, lion, deer: four opposites,
assembled when He gives the order.

See that King by whose favour
roses and thorns come together.

See that cloud who graciously
gathers waters from different streams.

See oneness through its results.  Remember
that spring and the harvest festival,

though across and opposed to each other,
are linked, like a bow and an arrow.

Savour sugar, keep silent, remember:
Advice doesn’t melt in the mouth.

Shams of Tabriz springs from the heart.
He is the ultimate union.

Mevlana Rumi, Say Nothing

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This fasting…

This fasting sifts the soul like a sieve,
Discovering the hidden flecks of gold.
Once the soul outshines the brilliant moon,
It will tear the veil and light up the seventh heaven.
– Mevlana Rumi, Say Nothing

present…

“You are too concerned with what was and will be.
There is a saying:
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
but today is a gift
thats why it is called present”
from the movie Kung Fu Panda ;0)

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I Am Within My Servant’s Conception of Me

Jesus laughed a lot. John the Baptist wept a lot. John said to Jesus, “You have become mighty secure from God’s subtle deceits to laugh so much.”
“You,” replied Jesus, “are mighty heedless of God’s subtle and mysterious favour and grace to weep so much!”
One of God’s saints, who was present at this exchange, asked God which of the two was the more exalted in station. God answered, “The one who thinks better of me,” that is, “Wherever my servant thinks of me, I am there. I have a form and image for each of My servants. Whatever each of them imagines Me to be, that I am. I am bound to images where God is; I am annoyed by any reality where God is not. O my servants, cleanse your thoughts, for they are my dwelling places. Now try yourself and see what is more beneficial to you—weeping, laughter, fasting, prayer, or retreat. Adopt whichever of these suits you best and causes you to advance more.”

[Discourses of Rumi (Fihi ma Fihi): Discourse 10]

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“I am close to the thought that my servant has of Me,
and I am with them whenever they recollect Me. 
If they remember Me in themselves ,
I remember them in Myself,
and if they remember Me in a gathering,
My remembrance is greater,
and if they approach Me one hand’s length,
I am approach them by a cubit…If they take a step towards me,
I come running towards them.”
(Threshold Zikir)

listening…

Listen, open a window to God
and begin to delight yourself
by gazing upon Her through the opening.
The business of love is to make that window in the heart,
for the breast is illumined by the beauty of the Beloved.
Gaze incessantly on the face of the Beloved!
Listen, this is in your power, my friend!
[Rumi, Mathnawi VI, 3095-3097]

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