Are you a Thief or a Saint?
"When a thief sees a saint, all he sees are his pockets."
[Robert Frager]
From the book: Heart, Self & Soul: the Sufi psychology of growth, balance, and harmony
Fell in love with a sunrise
Lightning strikes at dawn,
A crescent forms in the horizon,
Your smile glows with intense fire,
I see you for the first time,
It’s love at first sight,
Belittling the horizon is impossible,
Reaching for it is equally improbable,
Yet here I am, trying, always,
I travel in your direction,
Moving as quickly as I can,
Yet the distance between us remains unchanged,
I love you, why don’t you make it easier,
To reach you,
I have to climb mountains,
Swim across oceans,
Travese space itself,
The light years go by,
My love remaining unchanged,
Growing stronger in fact,
Like my unwavering intent,
To be in your glorious divine luminescence,
To be warmed by your Grace,
To be welcomed as a lover,
Only to finally behold the Beloved.
[Rouzbeh]
A crescent forms in the horizon,
Your smile glows with intense fire,
I see you for the first time,
It’s love at first sight,
Belittling the horizon is impossible,
Reaching for it is equally improbable,
Yet here I am, trying, always,
I travel in your direction,
Moving as quickly as I can,
Yet the distance between us remains unchanged,
I love you, why don’t you make it easier,
To reach you,
I have to climb mountains,
Swim across oceans,
Travese space itself,
The light years go by,
My love remaining unchanged,
Growing stronger in fact,
Like my unwavering intent,
To be in your glorious divine luminescence,
To be warmed by your Grace,
To be welcomed as a lover,
Only to finally behold the Beloved.
[Rouzbeh]
Separation from You
Listen to the reed (flute), how it is complaining! It is telling
about separations
(Saying), "Ever since I was severed from the reed field, men
and women have lamented in (the presence of) my shrill cries,
"(But) I want a heart (which is) torn, torn from separation, so that
I may explain the pain of yearning.
[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]
about separations
(Saying), "Ever since I was severed from the reed field, men
and women have lamented in (the presence of) my shrill cries,
"(But) I want a heart (which is) torn, torn from separation, so that
I may explain the pain of yearning.
[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]