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May we live simply by the reliance on the power of the Holy Name of Allah.  Who Is Complete Love, Overflowing with Compassion and Grace.  May our spontaneous praise and gratitude be directed to Allah Alone, the Ultimate Source of the unfolding of all worlds, Allah Who Is Complete Love, Overflowing with Compassion and Grace and Who Is Master of the spiritual discipline of all beings, bringing them all to their time of Truth. Only to You, O Allah, do we offer the full commitment of our lives and from Your Infinite Power alone do we seek the strength that we need.  Lead us not along the circuitous path of those who are wondering away from their Source, but lead us along the direct path of the Highest Illumination, the Path of Return traveled by those saints and sages who have been blessed by awakening fully into Your Holy Presence. Ya Allah.  Ya Allah.  Ya Allah.  

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It is related that one year the Sufi Master Bayazid set out on the pilgrimage to Mecca, the Hajj. A few days later he came back. When asked about his sudden return, he gave the following account.
“I was three days walking in the desert when an old man encountered me on the road,” Bayazid recalled.
“‘Where are you going?’ he demanded.
“‘On the pilgrimage,’ I replied.
“‘How much money did you bring for your journey?’
“‘Two hundred dirhams.’
“‘Come, give them to me,’ the man said. ‘I am
a poor man with a family. Circle round me seven times. That
is your pilgrimage.’
“And so I did, and returned home.”
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 What a Human Is, Now I Know
by Muhittin Abdal
English version by Jennifer Ferraro & Latif Bolat
Original Language Turkish
They're always talking about human, human --
     What a human being is, now I know.
They are always discussing heart, the heart --
     What the heart is, now I know.
Within the heart of the believer it was found --
     it wasn't found anywhere outside.
We found it in our own vast selves.
     What faith is, now I know.
This is how they pick the wheat from the chaff,
     and where your words and deeds must speak for you.
This is where the wise ones guide the Path --
     What the essence of this Sufi way is, now I know.
What the pious fearful carry like baggage,
     why they shoot their arrows at the faithful,
What they hide and trumped in nice language --
     What doubt is, now I know.
Given all these attributes, I became a person.
     Through God's vastness I was forgiven everything.
I found absolute oneness with Reality.
     What the guest is, now I know.
I said to my inner self Be humble,
     and the Glorious One showered me in blessings;
There was a sign that seared me in the heart.
     What the proof is, now I know.
Muhittin proclaims the Truth is a spectator.
     God is everywhere if you are willing to see.
What is the hidden, what is the apparent --
     What a human being is, now I know.
-- from Quarreling with God: Mystic Rebel Poems of the Dervishes of Turkey, Translated by Jennifer Ferraro / Translated by Latif Bolat
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 English version by Th. Emil Homerin
Original Language Arabic
By her, I departed to her
     from me, never to return;
          one like me never speaks
               of coming back.
Kindly I secluded my soul
     away from my departure;
          never again did I allow it
               to be my companion.
Then I was made to disappear
     from where my soul stood apart,
          that no attribute could appear
               to crowd me in my presence,
And I was made to witness
     my absence when she appeared,
          so I found me, her there,
               in the bridal chamber of my seclusion.
In my witnessing, my existence
     was cast off, and I was far
          from the existence of my witnessing,
               effacing, not transfixing.
I embraced what I witnessed
     by bearing witness to it
          in the effacement of my witness,
               now sober after my drunkenness.
In the sobriety after effacement,
     I was none other than her,
          my essence adorned my essence
               when she removed her veil.
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 124,000 Prophets and Prophetesses have brought the religion of union with the Divine to the tribes of Adam and Eve, peace be upon them both.  We know the Names of a few, but the majority of them remain mysteries to us.  Perhaps they speak to us in our dreams or when we walk alone in the forests or at the beach along the ocean.  Perhaps the birds sing the revelations.  Perhaps the sun witnessed the beautiful revelations of a woman on a mountaintop reciting a sacred Book or of a group of women who chanted the revelations in a time where the women were the leaders of the tribes.  Perhaps these revelations will be discovered in a cave or in a pot or a woman will sing them as they have been passed on for thousands of years by the women in her village, silently, hide them from the patriarchy that destroyed the altars of priestesses.

(Noor's heartbeats)

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 "I searched for God and found only myself.
I searched for myself and found only God".

Sufi Proverb
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  Polishing the Inner Mirror
with Shaykha Fariha
of the Nur Ashki Jerrahi Order 


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 Love all and hate none.
Mere talk of peace will avail you naught.
Mere talk of God and religion will not take you far.
Bring out all the latent powers of your being
and reveal the full magnificence of your immortal self.
Be overflowing with peace and joy,
and scatter them wherever you are
and wherever you go.
Be a blazing fire of truth,
be a beauteous blossom of love
and be a soothing balm of peace.
With your spiritual light,
dispel the darkness of ignorance;
dissolve the clouds of discord and war
and spread goodwill, peace, and harmony among the people.
Never seek any help, charity, or favors
from anybody except God.
Never go the court of kings,
but never refuse to bless and help the needy and the poor,
the widow, and the orphan, if they come to your door.
This is your mission, to serve the people.....
Carry it out dutifully and courageously, so that I, as your Pir-o-Murshid,
may not be ashamed of any shortcomings on your part
before the Almighty God and our holy predecessors
in the Silsila on the Day of Judgment.
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 Move me,
Beloved God, 
beyond the tangle of my worries. 
Teach me to silence my noisy heart. 
May I flow down 
and down 
and down
in ever-widening circles 
of Being.
Holcombe, Devon (2014-07-25). 60 Love Prayers from Rumi
(Sufi Love Prayers Book 3) (Kindle Locations 28-30).
Anamchara Books. Kindle Edition.
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 “There are two aspects of individual harmony:
the harmony between body and soul,
and the harmony between individuals.
All the tragedy in the world,
in the individual and in the multitude,
, comes from lack of harmony.
And harmony is the best given by producing harmony in one's own life. ” 
~Hazrat Inayat Khan~
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Shams Tabriz said:  “Let me tell you about the qualities of the people of Paradise. Let me also tell you the sign of the people of Hell. Since the day God created this universe like an arrow shot from a bow, every day, every moment, He has been opening and closing doors. This takes place at such a limitless speed that one’s mind stops.

Whomever you see who has a beautiful temperament and a beautiful face, if his/her words are straight forward, if he/she is open-hearted, and if he prays for good things for everyone, a joy of heart comes from the speech of such a person. He/she makes you forget the anxieties and tightness of this universe; your inside opens in such a way that even if he/she swears at you, you laugh. Maybe, when he speaks of unity . . . you weep, but [in that moment] you feel a hundred thousand joys and laughter within yourself.

Such a person is a being of Paradise."


In My Soul

Dec. 9th, 2015 06:11 pm
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Ani Zonneveld's website

The song's lyrics are based on a poem from Rabia al-Basri, a very famous centuries old Sufi poet.

In My Soul,
by Rabia al Basri

my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is 
illumined nothing,

where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes

where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or 

my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,'
a church

that dissolve, that 
dissolve in






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