RESURRECTION
A glance of my beloved fills me with a desire to go beyond myself
And I explode and scattered like dust at his feet
Now the magician of love – the Christ has raised me from my extinction to glorification
My dust particles have transformed into the colorful stars on the sky of eternity
Where each star is emanating different hue from the reflecting light of my beloved
LONG LIVE MY MURSHID – O HU!
A glance of my beloved fills me with a desire to go beyond myself
And I explode and scattered like dust at his feet
Now the magician of love – the Christ has raised me from my extinction to glorification
My dust particles have transformed into the colorful stars on the sky of eternity
Where each star is emanating different hue from the reflecting light of my beloved
LONG LIVE MY MURSHID – O HU!
FLIGHT OF A WAVE
An early morning song of a bird
Brings forth a wave of life from the sea of eternity
And the bride of sun unveils its beauty
Its golden complexion attracts and brings everyone within her enfoldment
The green of leaves touches the red of roses
And the scent of roses prevails everywhere
The bud of my heart flowers right here and now
And a song of its fragrance touches the bird’s flight
An early morning song of a bird
Brings forth a wave of life from the sea of eternity
And the bride of sun unveils its beauty
Its golden complexion attracts and brings everyone within her enfoldment
The green of leaves touches the red of roses
And the scent of roses prevails everywhere
The bud of my heart flowers right here and now
And a song of its fragrance touches the bird’s flight
THIRST OF FIRE
Waves in the desert
Make the ocean freeze
Fish in the water is thirsty
Waves in the desert
Make the ocean freeze
Fish in the water is thirsty
COLOURS IN LOVE
The orange sun rises over black night to make it blue
And the white flames of seagulls touch the serpents like waves to wake up the storm
And the wave upon wave rises and rises to touch the sky breaking the gushing wind into the pearls of water
Forming a bridge of rainbow stretching from one bank to the other
The orange sun rises over black night to make it blue
And the white flames of seagulls touch the serpents like waves to wake up the storm
And the wave upon wave rises and rises to touch the sky breaking the gushing wind into the pearls of water
Forming a bridge of rainbow stretching from one bank to the other
CREATION
Beyond yet within!
A dance of lights with a rhythm of silence
Flames of fire beneath the surface of water
A lotus is born on a lake
UNITY OF DUALITY
Two eyes see everything as one
To see an object as two with two eyes is a disease
Yin and Yang when descend become Two
If ascend are One!
PRISM
We are the rays emanating from the eternal sun
Dancing in a rhythm of light and shade
Music of colors arises from the garden of eternity
Making the fragrance of flowers to glow everywhere
We are the rays emanating from the eternal sun
Dancing in a rhythm of light and shade
Music of colors arises from the garden of eternity
Making the fragrance of flowers to glow everywhere
NUR-UN-ALA-NUR (LIGHT UPON LIGHT)
A flower is hidden without the light
A peacock in a form of dancing colors is absent from the existence
Beauty is an expression of light
Allah is the light of heavens and earth
The sun smiles in the pupil of an eye
This is how a glance brings an object into light
Light is an invisible bridge making the object visible to an eye
Allah is the light of heavens and earth
A flower is hidden without the light
A peacock in a form of dancing colors is absent from the existence
Beauty is an expression of light
Allah is the light of heavens and earth
The sun smiles in the pupil of an eye
This is how a glance brings an object into light
Light is an invisible bridge making the object visible to an eye
Allah is the light of heavens and earth
MUSIC / QAWWALI
A dance of poetry occurs
When a variety of sounds chase the words
Through the vicissitudes of beauty
To create a graceful song of harmonious colorful pattern of dreamlike reality
It is like the essence of many flowers producing a unique perfume of profound beauty or like the creative efforts of numerous bees to produce the sweetest honey
A dance of poetry occurs
When a variety of sounds chase the words
Through the vicissitudes of beauty
To create a graceful song of harmonious colorful pattern of dreamlike reality
It is like the essence of many flowers producing a unique perfume of profound beauty or like the creative efforts of numerous bees to produce the sweetest honey
PRAYER
How can a person be prayerful in a church or a mosque?
What is the difference between these people and mad people?
When they both talk to unknown
Prayer arises out of love my friend
Anything, which is played on the flute of heart, causes the divine music flow out of every pore of being
Every moment is prayer if a person is loving
Sometimes falling of a dry leaf from the uppermost branch of the tree which moves like a drunkard towards the earth in full trust
Or when the butterfly kisses the lips of a blooming flower
The tears of an innocent child, which are as fragile as the dreams of a newly wed couple
These are the moments that make a person one with the existence
When he does not remember whether he exists or not
Only the love exists and that is the prayerful moment, which is God
SPRING
Spring has come like a beloved
Who is no more shy but smiling at me
It is like a moonlight showering on my heart
in a dark night of the soul
Life is no more a dream for me
It is as alive as a fresh morning
When flowers are sparkling with the pearls of dewdrops
Now wind is singing songs while trees are dancing in joy
Birds are flying in a pattern that a beautiful
scene is being painted on the canvas of the sky
Flames of red tulips have burned down my thinking mind
Now I do not know whether I am aware or ignorant
Am I the flowers or am I the trees.
Spring has come like a beloved
Who is no more shy but smiling at me
It is like a moonlight showering on my heart
in a dark night of the soul
Life is no more a dream for me
It is as alive as a fresh morning
When flowers are sparkling with the pearls of dewdrops
Now wind is singing songs while trees are dancing in joy
Birds are flying in a pattern that a beautiful
scene is being painted on the canvas of the sky
Flames of red tulips have burned down my thinking mind
Now I do not know whether I am aware or ignorant
Am I the flowers or am I the trees.
