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

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)

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When the desire for the Friend became real,
all existence fell behind.
The Beloved wasn’t interested in my reasoning,
I threw it away and became silent.
The sanity I had been taught became a bore,
it had to be ushered off.
Insane, silent and in bliss,
I spend my days with my head
at the feet of My Beloved.

- Abu Sai’d al-Khayr rahimahu Llah - (via fatimaar)

Divine Elements

It is the flame of longing that
intensifies and stirs the whirlpool
of my heart to rise, and overflow
from the windows of my eyes.

A heavy sadness, cleanses and purifies.

I am made of Earth and it is the divine
spirit that keeps me alive.

His mercy showers my growth,
My heart has become a rose.
I am enamored by its heavenly fragrance,

My Beloved, blossoms from within.
and my heart is turned by His will.

bl-ossomed:

therosethatgrewfr0mconcrete:

adilsaperture:

mentalltrillness:

where science meets faith

Wow

subhanAllah

WOW

bl-ossomed:

therosethatgrewfr0mconcrete:

adilsaperture:

mentalltrillness:

where science meets faith

Wow

subhanAllah

WOW

(Source: fvsky, via wounds-echo)

Harmony

I hear the eternal vibration,
the footsteps of the travelers
circling the house of God.

I know not what this means,
to feel the rhythm of souls
within my heart,

Beating ..
with Such clarity, such purity.

I am intoxicated by this harmony
of praise.

Sent into a stupor,
I am at Your service.

"Labbaik Allah humma labbaik
There is no partner with You,
here I am.
Truly the praise
and the provisions are Yours,
and so is the dominion and sovereignty.”

My heart is a furnace,
that is nourished by the fire of love,

It is content and happy,
to be the house of flames.

~ Mowlana Rumi

Forever

Watching the autumn leaves die into beauty.

I am reminded of the way, I have fallen out of my head and into my heart …
An ardous journey it has been, searching for You.

But this death, this love, this longing, has forever Become an art.

Reverance

It’s astonishing
this light of Yours

Its beauty extinguishes
all my fears

I have protection like
no other

When the Lord of worlds
has me in His embrace

Every part of me kneels
down before You in awe

I once knew what hell felt
like, and now ..

You my Beloved ignite in me
An ecstasy of love

How can I not but surrender
to You With gratitude

Every little death becomes
apart of something new

In every moment I’m dying
to be with You.

Dearest Beloved,

From the darkness of my mind to the beauty
of my heart, with gratitude I stand before You having
made it this far.

It is the rhythm of your name that excites me,
Awakens in me a forgotten ecstasy.

This is

Bliss.

My heart shocked into a new dimension of existence.
Drifting into this space of infinite possibilities.

Every prayer bead orbits a galaxy.
And the whole universe speaks to me.

I have become a traveler, in Your name.
Your love pours into me, and every step of the way,

I am home.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of… We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart.

Blaise Pascal