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?

~ RUMI ~ 

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I Seek That..

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I seek that (Posted on 28 October 2010)

I seek that

I do not try to understand you

for it is impossible

Instead

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

Instead

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

Instead

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

Instead

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

love

for my own sake and also for you. 

By saving you I am not saving you

By not saving you I am saving you.

Beyond The World - A Pathless Path

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Being Hazardous To The Rest

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Brain Drain Anyone?

Where Everything is Fast and Furious

Insane is Sane

The Long Wait, The Right Message

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Money..Money..Money

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 of “Here I am.”

Rumi

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)

If you like the Engineer series, click below for previous posts:- 

The Engineer Again?

The Engineer (3) - The Many Takes

The Engineer (2) - Engineer vs Management / Accountant

The Engineer (1) - Getting to Know One

Watch and You Will See

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

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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

The Utterings...

ALL THAT I UTTERED LAST NIGHT

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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WHAT A MAN CAN SAY

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

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

Deepavali..

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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

Journeying god

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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)

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

REVISIT

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

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Like This ! Like This !

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


THE ONE WHO OWNS

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

Some Modern Wisdoms...

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

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...

THE GLITTER OF THIS FANTASY

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
 

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

hush!

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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