Three Qualities of God’s Friend. {210.}
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“The sign of a friend of God
is that one has these three qualities:
a generosity like that of the ocean,
a compassion like that of the sun,
and a humility like that of the earth.”
---- Bayazid in ‘Attar, Tadhkirat.
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Showing posts with label Friend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friend. Show all posts
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Three Qualities of God’s Friend. {210.}
Thursday, October 14, 2010
In the Beloved's Loving Arms. {182.}
In the Beloved's Loving Arms. {182.}
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“How did you get away?
You were the pet falcon of an old woman.
Did you hear the falcon-drum?
You were a drunken songbird put in with owls.
Did you smell the odor of a garden?
You got tired of sour fermenting
and left the tavern.
You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn’t go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don’t worry about what you’re going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?
I’ve heard of living at the centre,
but what about leaving the centre of the centre?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become the rare bird
with one wing made of fear, and one of hope.
In autumn, a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.
Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you’ve found a friend to be with.”
---- Mystical poem by Jalaluddin Rumi.
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“How did you get away?
You were the pet falcon of an old woman.
Did you hear the falcon-drum?
You were a drunken songbird put in with owls.
Did you smell the odor of a garden?
You got tired of sour fermenting
and left the tavern.
You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn’t go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don’t worry about what you’re going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?
I’ve heard of living at the centre,
but what about leaving the centre of the centre?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become the rare bird
with one wing made of fear, and one of hope.
In autumn, a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.
Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you’ve found a friend to be with.”
---- Mystical poem by Jalaluddin Rumi.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Just You Are My All-in-all! {27.}
Just You Are My All-in-all! {27.}
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“You are my companion; You are my best friend.
You are my beloved; I am in love with You.
You are my honor; You are my decoration.
Without You, I cannot survive, even for an instant.”
---- The Guru Granth Sahib.
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“You are my companion; You are my best friend.
You are my beloved; I am in love with You.
You are my honor; You are my decoration.
Without You, I cannot survive, even for an instant.”
---- The Guru Granth Sahib.
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