Silent Sufi Melodies

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art”
-RUMI

Faith is Freedom.

Smile

It is laughter that unlocks the drudgery of life,
it lends its glow to a constricted heart.

Flips over distorted truth and shakes
all the nonsense out.

What ever happens; smile.
Be it pain, betrayal or loss.
You can choose to change how you feel,
even if it’s momentarily.

Lend the darkness the lightness of laughter,
and the softness of a smile.

Whatever arises, you are here to experience the joys,
and complexities, that we call the beauty of life.

When you least want to, that is when you should most
practice the art of gratitude.

Art

It is in the tallness of the trees
that I feel God’s greatness.

Through the gentleness of the stream,
do I hear His whispers.

It is in the softness of the breeze
that I feel His touch.

Through my heart my Beloved’s love
Ignites the whirlwind of ecstasy.

Every experience is art in motion, and
life is the Divine masterpiece.

My heart paints the world in colour
when my mind is colour blind.

You understand many things but have realized practically nothing.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Understanding is the one-dimensional comprehension of the intellect. It leads to knowledge. Realization is three-dimensional– a simultaneous comprehension of head, heart, and instinct. It comes from direct experience.

Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior (via ecstaticallyinspired)

(via crimson-twinkie)

transcendingthemaze:

Let me not exist without You

Sufi paradox:

transcendingthemaze:

"If you seek Him,
you will never find Him.
But if you do not seek Him,
He will not reveal Himself to you.”

the hidden key
to unlock this riddle,
is surrender …

(Source: st4rless-city)

What do sad people have in common?
It seems they have all built a shrine to the past,
And often go there and do a strange wail and worship.
What is the beginning of happiness?
It is to stop being so religious like that.

Hafiz (via saalik)

(via i-love-the-way-they-love)

sufiness:

Tasawwuf is not taken from books, as inner purity is not quantifiable like fiqh (i.e. the knowledge that Dhuhr is four raka’as). Rather, it is a knowledge passed on directly from person to person in an unbroken chain back to the Prophet, peace be upon him, and the heart is it’s container.
Shaykh Sayyid Ali Laraki al Husaini

sufiness:

Tasawwuf is not taken from books, as inner purity is not quantifiable like fiqh (i.e. the knowledge that Dhuhr is four raka’as). Rather, it is a knowledge passed on directly from person to person in an unbroken chain back to the Prophet, peace be upon him, and the heart is it’s container.

Shaykh Sayyid Ali Laraki al Husaini

(via fatimaar)

It creeps up on me …

oh the agony,
of never
feeling enough

Always wanting more.

This grasping, ever so tiring;
Secretly ever so addicting.

Its artificial lightening - distracting.
Like a merry-go-round, it always comes
back to haunt me.

I want and I don’t want to be
taken for a ride anymore.

I have waited for this path for so long,
now that it has appeared - I feel unworthy.
The old ways are so familiar; it’s easy to
forget that one has fallen into a deep sleep.

Awakening feels like the Beloved’s kiss sent
through the breeze illuminating every part of
my soul.

Every part of me falls in humility. This too
comes from my Lord, for when He arrives He
teaches me what I do not know.

I’m learning painfully; ever so slow.
I am dying to everything, to become

Nothing
at all.

Some days scrape you hollow, leaving you bewildered
by the emptiness that remains. Joy is easy to endure
but sadness needs practice. It has a tendency to
linger right beneath every pretense, until you tire
yourself out and then late at night everything
comes to the surface.

*sigh*

(Source: subfalencia, via rakindil)

Tagore says: ‘When the string of the violin was being tuned it felt the pain of being stretched, but once it was tuned then it knew why it was stretched’. So it is with the human soul. While the soul goes through pain, torture and trouble it thinks that it would have been much better if it had gone through life without it. But once it reaches the culmination of it then, when it looks back, it begins to realize why all this was meant: it was only meant to tune the soul to a certain pitch.

Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882-1927)

(Source: torrid-wind, via crimson-twinkie)