Friday, December 31, 2010

Penutup & Pembuka....

(سورة الحديد   Al-Hadid, Surah 57, Ayat 3)
Dia Yang Pertama dan Yang Akhir, Yang Lahir dan Yang Batin; Dia mengetahui segala sesuatu.

(سورة الحديد   Al-Hadid, Chapter #57, Verse #3)
He is the First and the Last, the Evident and the Immanent: and He has full knowledge of all things.

This middle way belongs to the realm of the finite,
for that finite has a beginning and an end.
A beginning and end are necessary
to conceive of the middle point.

As the Infinite doesn't have limits,
how can you apply a mean to it?

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

I Seek That..

Another from....

beyond the world

A PATHLESS PATH – Readings Leading to AWAKENING & Inner Freedom

I seek that (Posted on 28 October 2010)

I seek that
I do not try to understand you
for it is impossible
I seek to understand
that I can never understand you
and that brings me to my own peace. 

I seek that
I do not try to remove your loneliness
for that is impossible
I seek to recognize
why I am so afraid to know you are lonely
and that brings me to my own truth. 

I seek that
I do not try to entertain your seeking for approval
for that is impossible
I seek to investigate
why I play the rescuer role to feed your addiction
and that brings me to see my own shortcomings. 

I seek that
I do not try to heal your abandonment dis-ease
for that is impossible
I seek to know
why I cannot stand seeing you being abandoned
and that brings me to my own understanding. 

For you are merely mirroring my reaction
and in that
I respond with
for my own sake and also for you. 

By saving you I am not saving you
By not saving you I am saving you.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Bringing A Smile...

Thanks to

Attention Please!

Please Check The Manual

Being Hazardous To The Rest

Smokers Take Note!

Which Balls?

Brain Drain Anyone?

Where Everything is Fast and Furious

Insane is Sane

The Long Wait, The Right Message

Welcome to.....?


Nice Sign for the Next PRU

To Stiff To Comment



Monday, December 06, 2010

Awal Muharram - Ma'al Hijrah

Here I am 
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All night, a man called “Allah”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then the Devil said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard Allah say, “Here, I am”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!” 

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met Abraham, who asked,
Why are you regretting praising Allah?” 

The man said, “ I called and called
But Allah never replied, “Here I am.”
Abraham explained, “Allah has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “Allah”
Waits a thousand replies ofHere I am.”


Wednesday, December 01, 2010

When An Engineer Stands In As A Doctor

A doctor, who runs a private clinic in a remote area, had no choice one day, but to ask a favor from his engineer buddy.

"Murphy, I am having an emergency situation right now and don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all my patients. I will be back by the end of the day". 

"Alright buddy, I'll be there in a minute!" answers Murphy who lives nearby.

At the clinic, the two buddies met.

"I don't have to teach you how to use these simple medical equipments. You are an expert and these are simple equipments. The thermometer, the blood pressure gauge, all the rest are here."

"No problem buddy!" 

"And the medicines for common illnesses, are all in here. You know what they are for. The same ones that you are having in your first-aid box. But in case there is anything that you cannot handle, do not hesitate to call this number. An ambulance will be here right away. Let them handle the patient. Alright buddy?!"

"He..he..he.. Dr. Murphy is here! Don't worry a thing. Go! Settle your problem and be back right here as soon as you can!", said Murphy.

Next couple of hours in the evening, the doctor returns to the clinic and asks: "So, Dr. Murphy, how was your day?"

Murphy told him that he took care of three patients. "The first one had a headache so he did, so I gave him Paracetamol. "

"Bravo Murphy buddy, and the second one?" asks the doctor.

"The second one had indigestion and I gave him Gaviscon, so I did sir" says Murphy.

"Bravo, bravo! You're indeed a locum at this clinic! And what about the third one?" asks the doctor.

"I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a young gorgeous woman bursts in so she does. Like a bolt outta the blue, she tears off her clothes, taking off everything including her bra and her panties and lies down on the table, spreading her legs and shouts:

'HELP ME for the love of St Patrick! For five years I have not seen any man!'"

"Tunderin' lord Jesus Murphy, what did you do, doctor Sir?!!!" asks the doctor.

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"I put drops in her eyes!"

(taken from group posts - original author unknown)

      Sunday, November 21, 2010

      Be Dumbfounded

      A Zero-Circle

      Be helpless and dumbfounded,
      unable to say yes or no.

      Then a stretcher will come
      from grace to gather us up.

      We are too dulleyed to see the beauty.
      If we say "Yes we can," we'll be lying.

      If we say "No, we don't see it,"
      that "No" will behead us

      and shut tight our window into spirit.

      So let us not be sure of anything,
      beside ourselves, and only that, so
      miraculous beings come running to help.

      Crazed, lying in a zero-circle, mute,
      we will be saying finally,
      with tremendous eloquence, "Lead us."

      When we've totally surrendered to that beauty,
      we'll become a mighty kindness.

      Mathnawi IV, 3748-3754
      Coleman Barks, "Say I am You"
      Maypop, 1994

      Tuesday, November 16, 2010

      Aidil Adha....



      Joseph has come,
      the handsome one of this age,
      a victory banner floating over Spring flowers.

      Those of you whose work it is
      to wake the dead, get up!
      This is a work day.

      The lion that hunts lions charges into the meadow.
      Yesterday and the day before are gone.

      The beautiful coin of now
      slaps down in your hand.

      The streets and buildings of this city
      are all saying, The prince is coming!

      Start the drumbeat. Everything we've said
      about the Friend is true. The beauty of that
      peacefulness makes the whole world restless.

      Spread your love-robe out to catch
      what sifts down from the ninth level.

      You strange, exiled bird with clipped wings,
      now you have four full-feathered pinions.

      You heart closed up in a chest, open,
      for the Friend is entering you.

      You feet, it's time to dance!
      Don't talk about the old man.

      He's young again. And don't mention
      the past. Do you understand?
      The Beloved is here!

      You mumble,
      "But what excuse can I give the king?"
      when the king is here making excuses to you!

      You say, "How can I escape his hand?"
      when that hand is trying to help you.

      You saw a fire, and light came.
      You saw blood, and wine
      is being poured.

      Don't run from your own tremendous good fortune.

      Be silent and don't try
      to add up what's been given.

      An uncountable grace has come to you.

      Version by Coleman Barks
      "Say I Am You"
      Maypop, 1994

      Thursday, November 11, 2010

      The Utterings...


      By the right of old companionship and friendship,
      do not repeat to the Beloved all that I uttered last night,
      unconscious and sick;

      But if, as God decrees, that moon hears of those things,
      he himself knows what a melancholy lover will say in the darkness of night.
      When reason is not at home, the tale will be distorted - now
      low, now high, now war, now submissiveness.

      If God should scatter my frenzy over the world,
      you will not see one man with reason;
      all will be stripped of their reason.

      Reason, can it be that you pour these dark suggestions into me?
      Cloud, can it be you who rains upon me this troubled potion?

      Muslims, Muslims, guard well your hearts; let none go about me,
      either to sightsee or to sympathize.

      Translation by A.J. Arberry
      "Mystical Poems of Rumi 2"
      The University of Chicago Press, 1991

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      In the name of friendship,
      don't repeat to my Beloved
      all that I said last night,
      out of my mind;
      but if, by God, she hears it,
      she'll understand what a man can say
      in the dark, loud or quiet, rough or soft,
      when reason is not at home.
      If God let's this anxiety out,
      no one in the world will stay sane.
      Mind, are these your dark suggestions?
      Cloud, is this your sad rain?
      Believers, watch your hearts.
      Curious or kind, stay away.

      Version by Kabir Helminski
      "Love is a Stranger"
      Threshold Books, Putney, Vermont, 1993

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      Sometimes I forget completely
      what companionship is.
      Unconscious and insane, I spill sad
      energy everywhere. My story
      gets told in various ways: A romance,
      a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy.

      Divide up my forgetfulness to any number,
      it will go around.
      These dark suggestions that I follow,
      are they part of some plan?
      Friends, be careful. Don't come near me
      out of curiosity, or sympathy.

      Version by Coleman Barks
      "Open Secret" , Threshold Books, 1984

      Thursday, November 04, 2010

      Monday, November 01, 2010

      Didn't I Tell You... Didn't I Say....

      Didn't I tell you
      Do not leave me for I am your only Friend,
      I am the spring of life.

      Even if you leave in anger for thousands of years

      You will come back to me for I am your goal and your end.

      Didn't I tell you

      not to be seduced by this colorful world

      for I am the Ultimate Painter.

      Didn't I tell you

      you are a fish do not go to dry land

      for I am the deep Sea.

      Didn't I tell you

      not to fall in the net like birds

      for I am your wings and the power of light.

      Didn't I tell you

      not to let them change your mind and turn you to ice

      for I am your fire and warmth.

      Didn't I tell you

      they will corrupt you and make you forget

      that I am the Spring of all virtues.

      Didn't I tell you

      not to question my actions

      for everything falls into order, I am the Creator.

      Didn't I tell you

      your heart can guide you home

      because it knows that I am your Master.

      Translation by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi
      Rumi: Hidden Music
      HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001

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      Didn't I say, "Don't go there; I am your friend.

      In this mirage of existence, I am the fountain of life."

      Even if your anger takes you a hundred thousand years away,

      in the end you will return, for I am your goal.

      Didn't I say, "Don't be content with earthly forms;

      I am the designer of the intimate chamber of your contentment."

      Didn't I say, "I am the sea, and you are a single fish;

      don't strand yourself on dry land; I am your clear sea."

      Didn't I say, "Don't get caught in the trap like a helpless bird;

      I am the power of flight – your feet and your wings."

      Didn't I say, "They will waylay you and make you cold;

      I am the fire and your warm desire."

      Didn't I say, "They will implant their qualities in you

      until you forget that the best qualities are here."

      Didn't I say, "You do not know from what direction

      your affairs are put in order."

      I am the Creator beyond directions.

      If light is in your heart, find your way home.

      If you are of God, know your Benefactor.
      Version by Kabir Edmund Helminski
      "Love is a Stranger", Threshold Books, 1993

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      Did I not say to you, friend:

      "Don't go, for I am your Friend?

      I am the Water of Life

      in the mirage of decay!

      And if in anger you go

      thousands of miles, far from me:

      Finally you will return –

      I am your goal and your end!"

      Did I not say to you, friend:

      "I am the sea, you're a fish.

      Do not go to the dry land –

      I am the Attributes' sea!"

      Did I not say to you, friend:

      "Don't fly like birds to the snare!

      Come, I am strength for your flight,

      and I am strength for your wings!"

      Did I not say to you, friend:

      "They'll block your road, make you cold!

      But I am fire and heat,

      warmth of your heart and your love!"

      Did I not say to you, friend:

      "Bad qualities, that's your share!

      But you can lose them! I am

      the fountain of qualities pure."

      Did I not say to you, friend:

      "Don't grieve: 'From which side my work

      Will be arranged?' For I am

      He who creates, without sides!"

      Translation by Annemarie Schimmel
      "Look! This Is Love", Shambhala, 1996

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      Remember what I said . . .

      I said, Don't leave, for I am your Friend.

      In the mirage of this world

      I am the fountain of life.

      Even if you leave in anger

      and stay away for a thousand years

      You will return to me,

      for I am your goal.

      I said, Don't be content with worldly promises

      for I am the tabernacle of your contentment.

      I said, Do not go upon the dry land

      for I am the Sea without a shore.

      I said, O bird, do not fly into the hunter's net;

      come toward me, for I am the power

      that moves your wings

      that lifts you through the sky.

      I said, They'll capture you and put you on ice;

      I am the fire and the warmth

      of your true yearning.

      I said, They will cover you with water and clay;

      You will forget that I am your taintless beginning.

      I said, No one can tell how my work will manifest

      for I create the world from all sides.

      Let your heart's light guide you to my house.

      Let your heart's light show you that we are one.

      Version by Jonathan Star
      "Rumi – In the Arms of the Beloved"
      Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997

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      haven't I told you

      don't run away from me

      you'll find me like a fountainhead

      wherever you go in this mirage

      even if you leave me

      with anger for a hundred thousand years

      you'll finally return

      since i'm your final home

      haven't i told you

      don't be fooled with

      the spangles in life

      i'm your final fulfillment

      haven't i told you

      that i'm the sea and you're a small fish

      you're better off staying with me

      than venturing the dry shores

      haven't i told you

      don't go towards the trap

      like a bird enticed by bait

      come back to me i'm your endless strength

      haven't i told you

      others will kill your fire

      stay with me who will set you

      on flame and warm your soul

      haven't i told you

      others will disillusion you

      you'll lose the fountainhead of

      the solace i've found for you

      if you're enlightened by

      the lantern of your heart

      guiding you to God's house

      look at me i may be the path

      Translation by Nader Khalili
      "RUMI: Fountain of Fire", Cal-Earth Press, 1994

      Thursday, October 21, 2010

      Journeying god

       (image credit - Wyle Art Studio)

      Journeying god,

      pitch your tent with mine

      so that I may not become deterred

      by hardship, strangeness, doubt.

      Show me the movement I must make

      toward a wealth not dependent on possessions,

      toward a wisdom not based on books,

      toward a strength not bolstered by might,

      toward a god not confined to heaven.

      Help me to find myself as I walk in other's shoes.

      (Prayer song from Ghana, traditional, translator unknown)

      Monday, October 11, 2010

      In Silence

      Expression always falls short of meaning.
      The Prophet said, "Whoever knows God, his tongue falters."
      Speech is an astrolabe in its reckoning.
      How much does it really know of the sky and the sun?
      Or of that Sky which holds this heaven as a speck;
      and that Sun which shows this sun to be a grain of sand?

      Mathnawi II: 3013-3015
      Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
      "Rumi: Daylight", Threshold Books, 1994


      Hush! And say no more...
      The tip of a tongue doesn't hold any secret
      Don't ever try to explain...
      Kiss me on my lips..
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      Friday, October 01, 2010

      For Every Single Breath Taken...

      Quatrain 1359

      Do you think I am in control here?
      That for a moment, or even half a moment,
      I can tell you what's going on?

      I am no more than a pen in a writer's hand.
      A ball smacked around by a polo stick.

        Version by Jonathan Star
      "Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved"
      Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997


      Another version of Quatrain 1359.....

      Do you think I know what I'm doing?
      That for one breath or half-breath
      I belong to myself?
      As much as a pen knows what it's writing
      or the ball can guess where it's going next.

      Version by Coleman Barks
      "The Essential Rumi", Castle Books, 1997

      Saturday, September 11, 2010

      There Is No Mean To It

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      You may be tired by ten cycles of prayer;
      I may not be worn out by five hundred.

      One goes barefoot all the way to the Ka`bah,
      and another is totally exhausted
      just going as far as the mosque.

      One in utter self-devotion gives away his life,
      while another agonizes over the gift of a loaf.

      This middle way belongs to the realm of the finite,
      for that finite has a beginning and an end.
      A beginning and end are necessary
      to conceive of the middle point.

      As the Infinite doesn't have limits,
      how can you apply a mean to it?

      Mathnawi II: 3537-3542
      Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
      "Rumi: Daylight", Threshold Books, 1994

      Wednesday, September 08, 2010

      Salam Aidil Fitri

      M Nasir
      Salam Dunia

      Suara tangis yang kau dengar
      Memecah hari kudus ini
      Adalah aku
      Mengenang pemilikmu

      Kita pohon kemenangan
      Meroboh kota keakuan
      Ini saatnya
      Yang kunanti-nanti

      Mereka yang dilanda derita
      Redhalah harimu kan tiba
      Cahaya kekasih yang benar

      Menghapus segala api kemarahan

      Salam dunia
      Salam semua
      Salam Hari Raya
      Bersinar akhirnya
      Salam dunia
      Salam semua
      Salam Hari Raya
      Bersinar akhirnya

      Inilah hari kita
      Tiada lagi rasa ketakutan

      Inilah hari kita oh...


      Now comes the final merging,
      Now comes everlasting beauty.
      Now comes abundant grace,
      Now comes boundless purity.

      The infinite treasure is shining,
      The mighty ocean is roaring,
      The morning of grace has come -
      Morning? - No!
      This is the eternal Light of God!

      Who occupies this beautiful form?
      Who is the ruler and the prince?
      Who is the wise man? -
      Nothing but a veil.

      The wine of love removes these veils.
      Drink with your head and your eyes -
      Both your eyes,
      and both your heads!

      Your head of clay is from the earth,
      Your pure awareness is from heaven.
      O how vast is that treasure
      which lies beneath the clay!
      Every head you see depends on it!

      Behind every atom of this world
      hides an infinite universe.

      O Saaqi, free us from the facade of this world.
      Bring wine - barrels full!
      Our eyes see too straight -
      straight past the truth!

      The Light of Truth shines from Tabriz.
      It is beyond the beyond
      yet it is here,
      shining through every particle of this world.

      Ghazal (Ode) 464, Version by Jonathan Star
      "Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved "
      Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997


      Wednesday, September 01, 2010

      Hush! Say No More!

      Is this the Face of God?.....

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      I am the slave of that perfect Moon!
      Don't talk to me of suffering, I don't want to hear.
      Talk about light, joy and sweetness
      and if you can't, keep silent!

      Last night Love found me shouting, mad
      and beyond myself, and said:
      "I am here, why are you so worried and afraid?"
      O Love, I am overwhelmed with fear.
      "Be silent, let me whisper a secret in your ear,
      just nod your head and don't say a word."

      Oh how delicate, how subtle is the path of love!
      This most precious Moon-like beauty appeared to me!

      My heart, is this the Moon or my imagination?
      "Be silent, it is not for you to understand
      don't you see, you have been blessed."
      But what is this, the face of an angel or a man?
      "Be silent, what you see is beyond angels or men."
      But what is it, tell me, or I will go out of my mind.
      "Do not torment yourself, leave this house of illusions
      and say no more."
      "O please", I begged, "tell me, is this the face of God"
      My heart nodded silently.

      Translated by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi
      "Rumi: Hidden Music", HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001

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      i'm loyal
      to the image and beauty
      of my beloved
      please speak of that image only
      and say no more

      whenever you're with me
      speak only about
      the generosity of candles
      the generosity of the sugarcane
      and say no more

      don't speak of any suffering
      show me the treasure that waits
      at the end of the road
      if you're ignorant of the path
      then say no more

      last night i was in flame
      my beloved saw me and said
      "i'm here at last
      don't tear your clothes
      lament no more"

      i begged my beloved
      to understand my condition
      to sense my fear
      my love said "when i'm present
      you must seek no more

      i'll whisper the words
      of secrets into your ear
      and you must promise not to answer
      just nod your head
      and say no more

      the face of a sweetheart
      has penetrated your heart
      the tenderness is all there is
      your journey is the journey of love
      sense it to the depth and say no more"

      i asked if the face
      belongs to a human
      or that of an angel
      "neither this nor that
      sense it but say no more"

      i said if you don't
      identify this for me at once
      my life will be shattered
      "be shattered at once
      but say no more

      you're dwelling in
      a house filled with
      images and dreams
      pack all your belongings
      move out but say no more"

      you're simply expressing
      the experience of God
      i said to the beloved
      "yes this is the answer
      but for God's sake say no more"

      Translation by Nader Khalili
      "Rumi -- Fountain of Fire", Cal-Earth Press, 1994

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      I serve that orb in heaven
      say no word but Orb!
      speak to me of nothing
      but sweetness and light
      Not of bother, but of treasure
      and if you cannot find the words
      don't bother.

      Yesterday a craze came over me
      Love saw, came up to me:
      Here I am,
      don't shout,
      don't rip off your shirt,
      hush, shh!

      I spoke:
      Love, I'm scared of that other thing
      There is no other thing, say nothing!
      I will whisper secrets in your ear
      you just nod in asseveration
      speak in semaphore

      A nova, a celestial love
      burst bright above the heartpath
      so exquisite the quest of heart,
      it cannot be expressed
      I asked:
      Heart, what orb is this?
      heart intimated
      beyond fathom
      be quiet, forget!
      Is this the face of man or angel?
      Beyond men and angels

      What is it? Tell me, I'm in a whirl
      Whirl on, keep quiet!
      You sit within this room
      whose walls reflect
      mere forms and suppositions
      Get up, go out, move on,
      keep quiet!
      I said:
      Heart, befather me,
      for doesn't this match God's description?
      Yes, my son, it does,
      but do not tell.

      Translation by Franklin D. Lewis

      "Rumi -- Past and Present, East and West"
      Oneworld Publications, Oxford, 2000

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