Love is reckless; not reason.Reason seeks a profit.Love comes on strong,consuming herself, unabashed.Yet, in the midst of suffering,Love proceeds like a millstone,hard surfaced and straightforward.Having died of self-interest,she risks everything and asks for nothing.Love gambles away every gift God bestows.Without cause God gave us Being;without cause, give it back again.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
What a song this flute is singing,
by Allah, it is my heart’s melody!
each wail of this divine instrument
strikes a chord deep within my soul
each tune carrying vibrations of the feelings
I carried while dragging my battered feet
on the path to the Divine
I am no longer lonely
my heart has sold itself
submitting to the Master
if you’ve sold your heart as well
then bring your drum.
let’s make music together.
we shall sing praises all night
under the stars,
thanking Him for sending us the moon
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Praise be to He
For granting the gift
Of Divine union.
Extended it’s hand
What felt like centuries of
Anguished, tireless knocking
On God’s door
Came to rest on that eve
Of my soul’s rebirth.
This lowly servant yearned for the touch of mercy
More than any worldly desire.
With this, the Gracious perched me at the
Doorstep of the Sultan of Friends.
Praise be to He
For lighting the path
And making the
Enter the dominion of the Beloved
And you shall never dream of leaving.