L i s t e n.

     Any fool can

                    Talk to God,

                             The wise listens,

W h I c h  W I l l  I t  B e ?

                  In the depths of your heart

                                  There is room

                                                 For your self or for god

                                                   Which will it be?

B e  W h o  Y o u  A r e ?

     It is like this;

         One day a camel was praying

                "O, lord let me be an elephant"

                   But nothing happened,

                         Whose fault is it?

                              Where is the reply?

                                    The answer is simple ..

                                          God wanted a camel,

                                                          So he made a camel,

                                                 Be who you are.?

P a I n  A n d  S u f f e r i n g.

           Pain and suffering are holy messengers,

                  Constantly saying

                         "You are on the wrong path"

                                     Yet few listen.

P r e s e n c e.

   The Wonders and Beauty that we see are but Signs,

      That point toward the Glorious presence of the Beloved.

(Hoopoe bird is of significance in Sufi literature. It is found in India’s Bharatpur sanctuary. Is that not really wow!)

There are wild wandering Sufis Called qalandars, who are constantly tickled with life?

It’s scandalous how they love and laugh at any small event.

People gossip about them and that makes them deft in their cunning,

But really a great God-wrestling goes on inside these wanderers, a flood of sunlight

That's drunk with the whole thing…?? - Rumi

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I died a mineral and became a plant,I died a plant and rose an animal, I died an animal and I was a Man. Why should i fear? When was I less by dying.

Every one sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart and that depends upon how much he has polished it.Whoever has polished it more sees more—more unseen forms become manifest to him.

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about.He is not intrested in how things look different in moon light………

BAY BAAT BIGARTEY REHTEY HOO…
BECHAIN HAMESHA REHTEY HOO..
YEH SAB NISHANI ISHQ KI HAI..
KIYA ISHQ KISI SE KARTEY HOO?
KION RAATON KO JAGTE REHTEY HOO..
AUR TA-REY BHI? TUM GINTE? HOO..
YEH SAB NISHANI ISHQ KI HAI…
KIYA ISHQ KISIS SE KARTEY HOO?
ZIKAR JAB USKA CHALTA HAI…
CHEHRE KA RANG BADLTA HAI…
BECHAIN SE TUM HO JAATEY HOO…
KIYA……..

Colour me now,before you leave me.
Colour me with your song,
Colour me in your secret melody,
Colour me in the light of your laughter,
Colour me with the kindness of your tears,
May your colours colour my very soul.

May “HE” Colours us all,quick and fast and save us from getting darkest black.?