Saturday, September 5, 2020

Maghrebi - Mirror (narrated)

Your beautiful face needs a clear mirror
That can truly reflect You and Your beauty to you.

When I glance at Your lovely visage
I behold the beauty of the entire world.

Nothing but my eyes are the beautician of Your visage,
It is the sight that presents the splendour of Your face.

The eye will have no regard for the beautiful ones of this world
If it ever caught a glance of Your beauty.

I feel You become lovelier all the time,
Since my love for you increases with every moment.

The attraction of Your beauty intensifies every instant,
Snatching me from myself, from this world and the hereafter.

Our eyes are unfit to behold You,
Only Your eyes are worthy of witnessing you.

Maghrebi! As long as the dark night of your self-existence remains

You will not see the day of my sun rising from the eastern horizon of the soul.


Friday, September 4, 2020

Jami - You are my goal!

Who can be seen in the appearance of water and earth except You?
Who is concealed inside the heart and soul except You?
You said: ‘Purify your heart from all others except Me’.
O Soul of the world, who is there in both worlds except You?

O you who’ve turned into the direction of loyalty
Why have you turned the shell into the veil of the kernel?
It’s not wise that your heart runs after this and that:
With a single heart, one Friend is enough for you!

O you whose heart experiences thousands of difficulties from everything!
Your heart will find it difficult finding peace from everything.
The result for your heart is nothing but dispersion from everything,
So submit your heart to the One and free yourself from everything!

I went out to enjoy the roses, but that Beauty of Taraz
Saw me in the rose garden and playfully said:
‘I am the Root and the roses of the world are My branches.
You stop at the branches; why not proceed to the Root?’

If a rose enters your heart, a rose you are.
If it is a restless nightingale, a nightingale you are.
You are a part and Reality is the Whole. If for some time
You concentrate on the Whole, the Whole you are.

In the relationship between body and soul, You are my goal!
In living and dying, You are my goal!
You live forever, and I am departing in the midst.
When I say “I” about me, then You are my goal!

Being manifests Itself in everything.
If you want to discover Its state in everything,
Go and see how the bubbles are on top of the wine:
Wine in the bubbles is bubbles; they are wine in the wine!

When will it be, when will the garment of my being get torn in pieces?
When will the unlimited beauty of His Face become luminous?
When will my heart get consumed in the majesty of His Light?
When will my soul get drowned in the strength of my longing for Him?



Thursday, September 3, 2020

Rumi ♡ Love tricks (narrated)



 Who is this Beautiful One,
This One who stays up all night
teaching love tricks to Venus and the Moon?
This One
whose enchanting gaze
seals up the two eyes of heaven?
O seekers, it is your own heart!
Day and night,
I am so taken by Her
that no one else can be taken by me.
At the beginning I was born of Her love,
In the end I gave Her my heart.
A fruit which falls from a branch
must first cling to that same branch.
A man may run from his own shadow,
searching for light,
but will he ever find a place to rest?
The tip of Her curl is saying,
“Walk this tightrope.”
The fire of Her candle is saying,
“O moth, come here.”
O heart, be steady,
dance gently upon that rope.
But the moment you hear Her call
fly into the candle’s flame.
When you knew the rapture of this burning
you would not go on for another moment
without its heat.
Even if the water of life
were pouring all around
it would not lure you from the flames.




Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Mary Oliver - Everything


 I want to make poems that say right out, plainly,
what I mean, that don’t go looking for the
laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves.
I want to keep close and use often words like
heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish
the question mark and her bold sister the dash.
I want to write with quiet hands.
I want to write while crossing the fields that are
fresh with daisies and everlasting and the ordinary grass.
I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven
and the cup of astonishment;
let them be songs in which nothing is neglected,
not a hope, not a promise.
I want to make poems that look into the earth and the heavens
and see the unseeable.
I want them to honor both the heart of faith, and the light of the world;
the gladness that says, without any words, everything.



Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Rumi ♡ “I See My Beauty in You” (narrated)


“I See My Beauty in You”

I see my beauty in you.
I become a mirror that cannot close its eyes
to your longing.
My eyes wet with yours
My mind every moment giving birth,
always conceiving,

always the come-point.

We become these words we say,
a wailing sound moving
out into the air.

These thousands of worlds that rise from nowhere,
how does your face contain them?
I’m a fly in your honey,
then closer, a moth caught in flame’s allure,
then empty sky

I see my beauty in you.




Naomi Stone - Inexpressible joy.


 When all I thought I had is gone
and it seems
all is nothingness,
I hold the child within me
next to my heart,
sing a song of freedom,
breathe in the living scent of the earth
rock in the rhythmic waves of love,
bask in the open sky,
and watch the clouds streaming
like silken strands of hair
in the winds of heaven.

I savor the soothing coolness of water
that quenches a deeper thirst,
taste the living bread
from which I have been formed,
find a quiet place
to lay my head,
and my heart remembers
the true abundance of love.
I drop the robe of worldly disguise,
and let the eyes of love
bless the nakedness of my truth
in the moonlight.

I feel the spirit ever flowing
in the secret spaces
where delight hides in holy anticipation
and a growing elation
that waits to appear in nearness
that manifests miracles
of belovedness to revive and
renew my heart.

The presence of the One
pierces the illusion of my life,
tenderly lifts the shadows
of an old self,
now dying on the cross of time,
sweeps through me
with the breath,
that breathes All that lives,
infusing my heart
with compassion and grace,
with divine intention
beyond my human knowing
and fills me with such truth
so sweetly,
I gratefully surrender.

I have no way of knowing
what is a good and right way to live
for another soul.
I only know the moment
of my own becoming,
when my heart awakens in the flow
of a greater heart,
that answers a longing
that grew from the beginning of time,
when light first fell upon
this universe.

I can only sing of love so great,
so bountiful, so inspiring,
I touch a silence within,
blessing and lifting me
to dwell in heaven
illumined in the curving arc
of spiraling arms
of light and revelation
to live in deep adoration
and inexpressible joy.