February222014

You know what love does?

It merges your edges into nothingness

you become nothing and everything

All at once.

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It’s like that itch in my soul and 
Relief is sought through words 
That scratch them into poetry

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The Alchemist

The Alchemist dies in frustration and sorrow.

And the fool finds a treasure in a ruin.

~Shaykh Saadi of Shirazi

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I can only drink from Your cup
My lips don’t thirst for anything else

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I am selfish 
I want my Beloved 
All to myself

It pains me when He is gone
Then I realize when I am without Him 
He is always with me

This brings me relief
This teaches me patience

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The more I read Your words

The more I hear Your words 

The more I understand Your words

The more I fall more and more in love with You

I am in love with everything You are 

I am in love with everything you encompass

I am at Your mercy 

Do with me as You please … 

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The darkness entombed,
I felt trapped, suffocated,
Cocooned 
In my fears and in my loneliness
I beseeched and implored, for Your help
You gave me cracks, a door ajar 
I complained of the pain of this suffering
Death was taking over me, 
I knew I had to submit,
I fell to my knees in a bittersweet surrender
You cleansed my soul, 
And melted my heart
You set alight the spark that burned 
through this mental cocoon

And then I realized through 
This darkness
This pain
This suffering,

You gave me wings, to reach You
This was my journey

This was my metamorphosis
From darkness to Light

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santmat:

Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal. O, how I wish that every pore of my body
Would turn into a million eyes – Then, as some closed to blink,
others would open to see! But even then my thirst to see him
Might remain unquenched. What else am I to do? To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master
Is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka’ba!
— Hazrat Sultan BaHU — Sufi Poet-Mystic

santmat:

Were my whole body festooned with eyes,

I would gaze at my Master with
untiring zeal.
O, how I wish that every pore of my body

Would turn into a million eyes –
Then, as some closed to blink,

others would open to see!
But even then my thirst to see him

Might remain unquenched. What else am
I to do?
To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master

Is worth millions of pilgrimages to
the holy Ka’ba!

— Hazrat Sultan BaHU — Sufi Poet-Mystic

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“I seem restless, but am deeply at ease. Branches tremble;the roots are still.” Rumi (via kellyisakat)
February212014

You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

Junot DiazThis is How you Lose Her (via hai-junoon)

(Source: emaaanc, via 5evahungryy-deactivated20140416)