Friday, October 5, 2007

Dance in the wind, sing into the breeze, True Sama may follow!



Hu The Beloved

Dance, as though walking through the wind
Sing, as though whispering to the breeze
Love, as though caressing the Beloved
In an unending whirling elation
To the highest heaven & Beyond
Then, once There
May you find that
In such pure Love
The Master is You
The Beloved is You
The Seeker and the Sought and Seeking is You
You alone in a mirror of a thousand folds
With a myriad of radiant colors
Merging into a pure
Praying colorless
Soul in Sama
With

The Beloved Hu.

3 comments:

irving said...

Alhamdulillah! What a beautiful and heart moving poem :) Sama comes as it wills, in crowds, in silence, in love and in despair. It is a gift from Hu, and not one from His creation trying to find Him. When we are conscious of doing sama, it is from us, when it comes by itself, it is from the One.

Ya Haqq!

safa said...

Dear Irving,
Masha'Allah! Your comment is poetry in itself: "Sama comes as it wills, in crowds, in silence, in love and in despair."

May our hearts be always open to that ever pouring down Heavenly Sama!

Haqq!

Dipti said...

Such wonderful and soothing words der brother..
May you find that
In such pure Love
The Master is You
The Beloved is You
The Seeker and the Sought and Seeking is You
...
beautiful