If you could...
Tuesday, March 27, 2007 By Maryam
If you could get rid
Of yourself just once,
The secret of secrets
Would open to you.
The face of the unknown,
Hidden beyond the universe
Would appear on the
Mirror of your perception.
- Rumi
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007 By Maryam
Approaching the essence,
I do not want to taste it
Encircling Your pupils,
I do not want to be seen.
I want to hide, to enter inside a temple
that has no memory of the past
I want to start anew
to feel the surprise
of the roses in the morning spring
I want to lessen the sounds of my own being
to hear the music of the glory of birds
Discover the first drop of love,
as if it was again a secret.
To close the door which brilliance
enlightened my thirsty soul.
I want to feel lost again,
and smile at the first rain
on a desert land
that I had asked for
just because.
I want to long for You
Always
~Maryam
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Rumi, the poet of nations
Sunday, March 25, 2007 By Maryam
By Ismail Salami
Today, the greatest mystic poet is read and appreciated throughout the world as a poet of all nations. The reason is clearly the plethora of sublime messages communicated through the medium of a simple language.
Today, the whole world bears testimony to the grandeur and sublimity of this great poet who did not hesitate to bring all people into union through his poetry. Regardless of any religion the readers may have, they are readily absorbed into his poetry for it embodies all the human qualities they seek.
Thirteen centuries have passed since his death; yet, his poetry has never ceased to fascinate and mesmerize people and as time goes on, the lovers of his poetry increase day by day. Language works miracles in his poetry and Rumi is a pure miracle-worker.
One wonders if there is a better poet than Rumi in the whole world who so clearly communicated the message of brotherly and divine love. Love is a quality which is being consigned into oblivion in the modern world and the poet clearly succeeds in infusing a new life into the hearts of people through this everlasting concept.
Through love, he says, all bitter things turn sweet. If just for a minute the readers came to think of the miraculous power of love of which he speaks, there would be no room for ennui, war, and enmity in the world.
Who is this cleric-cum-poet who has cast the fire of love into hearts of people all across the globe? What does he say which appeals to every heart and mind?
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Today, the greatest mystic poet is read and appreciated throughout the world as a poet of all nations. The reason is clearly the plethora of sublime messages communicated through the medium of a simple language.
Today, the whole world bears testimony to the grandeur and sublimity of this great poet who did not hesitate to bring all people into union through his poetry. Regardless of any religion the readers may have, they are readily absorbed into his poetry for it embodies all the human qualities they seek.
Thirteen centuries have passed since his death; yet, his poetry has never ceased to fascinate and mesmerize people and as time goes on, the lovers of his poetry increase day by day. Language works miracles in his poetry and Rumi is a pure miracle-worker.
One wonders if there is a better poet than Rumi in the whole world who so clearly communicated the message of brotherly and divine love. Love is a quality which is being consigned into oblivion in the modern world and the poet clearly succeeds in infusing a new life into the hearts of people through this everlasting concept.
Through love, he says, all bitter things turn sweet. If just for a minute the readers came to think of the miraculous power of love of which he speaks, there would be no room for ennui, war, and enmity in the world.
Who is this cleric-cum-poet who has cast the fire of love into hearts of people all across the globe? What does he say which appeals to every heart and mind?
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The Enneagram and Sufism
Saturday, March 24, 2007 By Maryam
Discovering the Enneagram.
According to that edition, Rohr described the Enneagram to have its origin from sufism. Muslim mathematicians had discovered that "a new kind of number comes into being when zero is divided by three or seven (periodic decimal fractions)...they called it the "face of God,"because in the nine points of energy that the Enneagram describes they saw nine refractions of the one divine love."
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According to that edition, Rohr described the Enneagram to have its origin from sufism. Muslim mathematicians had discovered that "a new kind of number comes into being when zero is divided by three or seven (periodic decimal fractions)...they called it the "face of God,"because in the nine points of energy that the Enneagram describes they saw nine refractions of the one divine love."
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Saturday, March 24, 2007 By Maryam
When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.
— Epitaph on Rumi’s tomb at Konya, Turkey
— Epitaph on Rumi’s tomb at Konya, Turkey
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Evocation
Friday, March 23, 2007 By Maryam
I feel that the void has taken me into depths that I could have never imagined....
But the void has taken me to the loving soul of the last of the times, the last time of the lovers, the last and ultimate word of the wise ones. The echoes that forever whisper and sing with sounds of honey and perfume longtime forgotten.
I have walked into the dreams of pure love, between the desire to know and to not yet see...
If a word made me wonder, or cry or smile, I suddenly let the dreams take the real facts that I was going to see what I want myself to forbid to see. The peaceful hummingbird after the ecstasy of true love took me to places in the soul that were filled with keys. And I opened one and another and then everything was closed again to my heart. And I ...
smiled.
and I remember that voice begging me to stay, to not move , to not leave... that voice that was my friend, and perhaps also the flame around me. I long for it, and long for the misunderstanding caused too much grief.
But where are we, travelers of the soul, with a thirst to learn that consumes our spirit?
Where are we, doves of nowhere, always finding the true reasons of our existence?
Where can we stop for a while and readjust our inner self?
We never have time to stop and think... because we are forever feeling too much, evolving with our veils down our feet. The true beginning of a sufi path...
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