Be silent, for madness has begun to boil

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Where is the knowing, nimble Minstrel of Love -
He who plays only for Love, accepting no one's request?

I have died hoping for Him but have not seen Him;
I have entered the grave in my desire.

Oh dear friend, if you have seen Him, how
good for you! Oh friend, indeed, how good for you!

But if He is hidden like Khidr*,
alone upon the shores of the sea,

Then oh wind, take our salaam to Him! For my
heart is in tumult over Him.

I know that burning salaams take lovers to their
Beloved.

Love makes the millwheel of the heavens spin, not water;
Love makes the moon go forward, not feet.

In remembrance, the millwheel of spirits begins
to turn through the water of the eyes.

Remembrance is the noose of union with the Beloved -
be silent, for madness has begun to boil.

  Ghazal 127
Translation by William C. Chittick
"The Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983

*"Hidden like Khidr" -- Khidr is one of the four prophets whom the Islamic tradition recognizes as being `alive' or`immortal', the other three being Idris (Enoch), Ilyas (Elias), and `Isa (Jesus). Khidr is immortal because he drank from the water of life. In Sufi tradition, Khidr has come to be known as one of the afrâd, those "who receive illumination direct from God without human mediation." He is the hidden initiator of those who walk the mystical path like some of those from the Uwaisi tariqa.
-- Derived by Sunlight from http://www.khidr.org

True To The Intent

An interesting court case .....

Remaining true to the first intent ? 

Hanyalah untuk Mu.....

The Secret

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Hey you ! Yeah YOU !
Wanna hear a secret? (or rather,
wanna read a secret ?)
come nearer please....! nearer....

The secret will be revealed when you drag your mouse, highlighting the white box below...

 Start HERE-> 
(to highlight - left click and hold your mouse button, drag it to the bottom of the box)

A SECRET IS NOT A SECRET .....

WHEN IT CAN BE TOLD... !!!

<- End HERE

GOT IT ?

"I followed my own path of love,
and now I am in bad repute.

How can a secret remain veiled,
if from every tongue it drips?"

(Hafiz Al Shirazi)

( سورة التوبة , At-Taubah, Chapter #9, Verse #128)

"In Silence"

A guide has entered this life in silence.

His message is only heard in silence.

Take a sip of his precious wine

and lose yourself.

Dont insult the greatness of his love,

for he helps all those who suffer, in silence.

Polish the mirror between the breaths.

Go with him beyond words.

He knows your every deed.

He is the one who moves the wheel of heaven,

in silence.

Every thought is buried in your heart;

He will reveal them one by one, in silence.

Turn each of your thoughts into a bird

and let them fly to the other world.

One is an owl, one is a falcon, one is a crow.

Each one is different from the others

but they are all the same in silence.

To see the Moon that cannot be seen

turn your eyes inward and look at yourself,

in silence.

In this world and the next,

dont talk about this and that;

Let him show you everything,

shining as one . . .

in silence.

(Ode 1897-Version by Jonathan Star, "Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved",
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997)

Sambutan Aidil Adha

Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Korban buat kaum Muslimin serta Muslimat semua. Maaf zahir & Batin.

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"....Berkorban apa saja

Harta ataupun nyawa

Itulah kasih mesra

Sejati dan mulia..."

(Seniman Agung P. Ramlee)

and poems by Jalaluddin Rumi

I see His face, I see His smile –

There is my joy!

I feel His rage, I feel His painful blows –

There is my joy!

But what's this? He has asked for my head!

At least He has asked me for something –

There is my joy!

(Jonathan Star & Shahram Shiva, A Garden Beyond Paradise, Bantam Books, 1992)

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I am in love not only with his smile and radiant face

but also with his wrath and contempt.

He has asked for my head, I do not care if I lose it

what makes me ecstatic is

Him asking.

(Azima Melita Kolin Maryam Mafi, Rumi: Hidden Music, HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001)

"Your beloved lives next door" - Ghazal 648

O you who've gone on pilgrimage - 
where are you, where, oh where?

Here, here is the Beloved!

Oh come now, come, oh come!

Your friend, he is your neighbor, he is next to your wall

You, erring in the desert - what air of love is this?

If you'd see the Beloved's form without any form

You are the house, the master, You are the Kaaba, you! . .

Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?

Where,
one soul's pearly essence when you're the Sea of God?

That's true -
and yet your troubles may turn to treasures rich

How sad that you yourself veil the treasure that is yours!

(Translation by Annemarie Schimmel, "I Am Wind, You are Fire", Shambhala, 1992)

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Pilgrims!

why are you turning round in circles,
what are you looking for?

The Beloved is here, why search in the desert?

If you look deep in your heart,
you will find Him within yourself.

You have made the pilgrimage
and trod the path to Mecca many times.

You rave about the holy place
and say you've visited God's garden

but where is your bunch of flowers?

You tell stories about diving deep into the ocean

but where is your pearl?

There is some merit in the suffering you have endured

but what a pity you have not discovered
the Mecca that's inside.

(Translation by Azima Melita Kolin & Maryam Mafi, "Rumi: Hidden Music", HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001)
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Pilgrims on the way! where are you?

Here is the beloved, here!

Your beloved lives next door, wall to wall

why do you wander round and round the desert?

If you look into the face of Love

and not just at its superficial form

You yourselves become the house of God

and are its lords

Ten times you trod the trek unto that house

For once come into this house

climb onto this roof

That sweet house of sanctity --

you have described its features in detail

But give me now
some indication of the features of its Lord

If you have seen that garden,
where is your bouquet of souvenirs?

If you are from God's sea, 
where is your mother of pearl soul?

And yet, may all your troubles bring you treasure

What pity that your treasure lies buried in your selves.

(Translation by Franklin D. Lewis, "Rumi - Past and Present, East and West", Oneworld Publications, Oxford, 2000)

The One Who Owns

Do you own a car? A house? That money in the bank? It does not matter whether it is a BMW or a Kancil, a hut or a mansion, whether the sum barely enough to cover the bank's monthly charges or can buy the entire bank itself. You own them! Why ?!

(A Perodua Kancil - image from PRT MotorSport)

Simply because your name gets printed in the car ownership title; written in the house and land grant titles and; the account name bears your name (for discussion sake, don't say the banks actually own them because you have not paid up the loans! he..he..he..!).

Let us go slightly deeper. Beside these ownership documents, what else makes you own those things? Don't imagine too much now.

Isn't it because you are here? Don't you think? You exist. You have a name therefore you can be located and issued with the ownership documents. Documents under your name, signifying you as the legitimate owner.

In another word, ...because you are alive !!!. You are breathing!

hold your breath now....

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Now let us step into the realm of wonders and ask,

  "What if I am dead? What if I am no longer breathing?"

Do you still own those things? Those ownership documents still have your name on them. But where are you in this world? Have you not departed leaving all your belongings behind? Or do you still carry them with you when you departed? A BMW made from paper perhaps? Let us not venture and get ourselves lost in that uncharted territory. Not just yet.

Can we ponder on this simple statement then.

In this world, we are the owner of all the things we own, as long as we are still breathing. The moment we stop breathing (dead! to be very blunt about it!),we cease to be the owner of all those things.

Now who owns this breath? We draw, we huff and puff every second of the day, non-stop. Who own it?

We? You? Me? Can we then command, "Hey breath! Go away! Leave me alone for a moment". The breath obeys and goes away. Soon, we quickly summon the breath, "Come here quick! I am breathless!".

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The breath again obeys. Can we do that at our whims and fancies? I don't think I can.

When the time comes, it will not be a second too early or a second too late.

Ponder again on this:-

Can it be implied that the real owner of all things imaginable by our minds is in fact the Owner of this single breath we take? The moment 'He' calls for the 'return' of this breath, 'He', in fact, is taking back all of  'His' treasures, be them a car, a house, wealth or even our spouses, children etc. Those are in fact "entrusted" upon us and we are just merely a caretaker of the King's treasures. A servant to the King of Kings! (1)

SILENT !

Would you now send that long overdue Kancil for servicing? The longer you wait, the more likely the past due engine oil will mess the car's engine. Do you want to earn the wrath of The King of Kings for ruining His treasure? You have been entrusted to care-take, are you not that trust-worthy? You can't even take care of a Kancil, yet you hope for the King to entrust you with a BMW next. How come?!

When we start to get hold of the so-called concept "that we are not the owner of things", start to observe our "materialistic minds". See how does that affect our body, mind and soul from time to time.

Every breath we take, every single step we move, every single second we wonder are made possible by this "life-giving gift".  We are indeed gifted! Don't we want to take just a moment of silence to thank, to really be thankful to the Owner of this breath?

"We own nothing, not even this single breath we take.."

Seek The One Who Owns !

Seek That (Jalalludin Rumi)

There is a force within
Which gives you life –   seek That.
In your body
Lies a priceless gem – see That.
O wandering Sufi,
if you want to find the greatest treasure
Don't look outside, Look inside, and seek That.

(Jonathan Star & Shahram Shiva, A Garden Beyond Paradise, Bantam Books, 1992)

* (1) - "Whoso bows his head to the King of Kings Will receive a hundred kingdoms not of this world..." - Jalalludin Rumi.

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Behind The Veil

Malai rinduku merintih... kecintaan

Duduk termenung hanya bingung... kerinduan

Walaupun jauh dari nyata

Kasih dan sayang telah lama kusatukan

Semua kasihku dalam gemala

Ke laut jawi 'kan kukirimkan sana

Duhai kasih hijabmu di sini

Masyur rupamu di mata kalbi ini

Berbaringan diusik rindu azali

Di manakah kekasih... yang jauh dariku

Memakan debu... rindumu

Segenap nafasku melihat... renunganmu

Wangi dan harum... kau kekasih

Antara lamunan

segala kalimahku ini

Siapa yang mengerti

Menghilang tahun kutahan dahaga

Setelah habis madah untuk sang puteri

Pautan kasih kukenal sendiri

Teringin ku melihat... sebalik hijabmu

Wajah yang kupuja

Kekasih... lama sudah aku merindu

Larut nan denai larat nan damai

Haram kelamin untuk kita bercerai

Rasa kasih dan sayang dalam keredaanmu

ref : Perjalanan Mencari Tuhan - Hijab Kekasih (noted 11/10/2010)