Have you heard that the famous Arabian chieftain' Hatim Tai, was deaf?
Quite a few people believed that!
But, one morning there was a fly buzzing as it struggled to escape from a
spider's web. The spider had been so still and silent that the fly had perhaps
thought it was a piece of sugar. Now it was about to learn otherwise.
Hatim Tai went over to the corner of the room where the buzzing was.
'You are caught by your own greediness,' he said to the fly. 'You won't find
honey, sugar and candy in every nook and cranny. But that's where you will
be certain to find traps and snares.' The buzzing stopped. The spider had its
pray.'
'But Hatim' said a follower who had watched all this 'how could you have possibly
heard that fly? I could only just hear it myself. yet everybody says you are deaf!'
'You're very clever,' said Hatim with a smile. 'Well, I see I must tell you about my
deafness. It's like this; Much of my time, for reasons of state, I had to be among
flatterers, the sort of people who hid my faults from me and filled my ears with praise.
I couldn't help but take in some of their talk. I grew proud, and pride made me
wretched man.
'Then I gradually allowed them to think I was deaf. Naturally, there was much sad
shaking of heads. But then came two great advantages.
'The first was that they stopped bothering to flatter me. They soon saw that it got them
nowhere- all they had for their effort was my blank face.
'The second was that I began to hear the truth about myself. When they thought I couldn't
hear, they were quite frank about my good and bad qualities. It was always pleasant to
hear my sins discussed publicly, but it quickly abolished my pride and helped me in avoiding
further wickedness.'
SAADI
Friday, December 30, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
SAYING OF MAHMUD SHABISTARI
-There is only one light, and 'you' and 'me' are
holes in the lamp shade.
-The world exists only as an appearance.
From beginning to end it is a playful game.
-See unity, utter unity, know unity,
In this is to be summarized the trunk and
the branches of the tree of faith.
- Go sweep out the chamber of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.
When you depart out He will enter it.
If you , void of yourself, will
He display His beauties.
- The eye is not strong enough
to look at the brilliant sun;
But you can watch its light
reflected in water.
Pure Being is to bright to behold.
yet it can be seen
reflected in the mirror of the world.
For non-Being.
is set opposite of Being,
and catches its image in every moment.
-Every particle of the world is a mirror,
In each atom lies the blazing light
of a thousand suns.
Cleave the heart of a rain drop,
a hundred pure oceans will flow forth.
Look closely at a grain of sand,
the seed of a thousand beings can be seen...
within the pulp of a millet seed
an entire Universe can be found.
In the wing of a fly,
an ocean of wonders;
In the pupil of the eye, an endless heaven.
Though the inner chamber of the heart is small,
the lord of both worlds
gladly make His home there.
holes in the lamp shade.
-The world exists only as an appearance.
From beginning to end it is a playful game.
-See unity, utter unity, know unity,
In this is to be summarized the trunk and
the branches of the tree of faith.
- Go sweep out the chamber of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.
When you depart out He will enter it.
If you , void of yourself, will
He display His beauties.
- The eye is not strong enough
to look at the brilliant sun;
But you can watch its light
reflected in water.
Pure Being is to bright to behold.
yet it can be seen
reflected in the mirror of the world.
For non-Being.
is set opposite of Being,
and catches its image in every moment.
-Every particle of the world is a mirror,
In each atom lies the blazing light
of a thousand suns.
Cleave the heart of a rain drop,
a hundred pure oceans will flow forth.
Look closely at a grain of sand,
the seed of a thousand beings can be seen...
within the pulp of a millet seed
an entire Universe can be found.
In the wing of a fly,
an ocean of wonders;
In the pupil of the eye, an endless heaven.
Though the inner chamber of the heart is small,
the lord of both worlds
gladly make His home there.
Friday, December 16, 2011
THOUGHTS OF SCIENTISTS
The difference between me at five and me now is that at five I didn't have much invested emotionally in the Universe being a certain way. Being "wrong" never was a concern. It was all learning. Now I keep reminding myself : In science there is no such thing as a failed experiment. Learning that I was testing simply does not work is actually a success.
WILL
I have found that I find a particular excitement in suddenly realizing I don't know the answer to something. It's like coming to the edge of a cliff in my mind.
In this space of "nothing" or not knowing, I get this intense feeling of anticipation. The reason I get excited is because I've come to the edge of what I know, and I realize that shortly an understanding will arrive in my head that will be staggering and will not have existed in me the moment before.
It will be this huge ah-ha. I learned recently that an ah-ha stimulates the pleasure center of the brain---Evidently I'm addicted to this feeling.
MARK
You can never come to a conclusion about life. Life is an internal thing just as we are an internal thing.
We have to start searching for more meaning of what we are. Well the meaning of what we are has yet to be discovered by us.
RAMTHA
In the mystic sense of the creation around us, in the expression of art, in a yearning toward God, the soul grows upward and find the fulfillment of some thing in planted in its nature....The pursuit of science (also) springs from a striving which the mind is implied to follow, a questioning that will not suppressed. Whether in the intellectual pursuit of science or in the mystical pursuit of the spirit, the light beckons ahead, and the purpose surging in our nature responds.
SIR ARTHUR EDDINGTON ASTROPHYSICIST, IN NATURE OF THE PHYSICAL WORLD.
The riff between science and spirit affects us today because the scientists who are involve in this sort of debate know very little about the teaching of spirit. They simply take the characters that they find retailed from every pulpit throughout the land and take this as a scientific spirit when in fact it's only a version of the science of the spirit. And, unfortunately, the churchman don't know their science either, so the two sides are actually firing at cross targets. these are simply two complimentary ways of looking at reality.
MICEAL LEDWITH
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
ALI IN BATTLE
Learn from Ali how to fight
without your ego participating.
God's |Lion did nothing
that didn't originate
from his deep center.
Once in battle he got the best of a certain knight
and quickly drew his sward. The man,
helpless on the ground, spat
in Ali's face. Ali dropped his sword,
relaxed, and helped the man to his feet.
"Why have you spared me?
How has lightning contracted back
into its cloud? Speak, my prince,
so that my soul can begin to stir
in me like an embryo."
Ali was quiet and then finally answered,
"I am God's Lion, not the lion of passion.
The sun is my lord. I have no longing
except for the One.
When a wind of personal reaction comes,
I do not go along with it.
There are many winds full of anger,
and lust and greed. They move the rubbish
around, but the solid mountain of our true nature
stay where it's always been.
There is nothing now
except the divine qualities.
Come through the opening into me.
Your impudence was better than any reverence,
because in this moment I am you and you are me.
I give you this opened heart as God gives gifts:
the poison of your spit has become
the honey of friendship."
RUMI
without your ego participating.
God's |Lion did nothing
that didn't originate
from his deep center.
Once in battle he got the best of a certain knight
and quickly drew his sward. The man,
helpless on the ground, spat
in Ali's face. Ali dropped his sword,
relaxed, and helped the man to his feet.
"Why have you spared me?
How has lightning contracted back
into its cloud? Speak, my prince,
so that my soul can begin to stir
in me like an embryo."
Ali was quiet and then finally answered,
"I am God's Lion, not the lion of passion.
The sun is my lord. I have no longing
except for the One.
When a wind of personal reaction comes,
I do not go along with it.
There are many winds full of anger,
and lust and greed. They move the rubbish
around, but the solid mountain of our true nature
stay where it's always been.
There is nothing now
except the divine qualities.
Come through the opening into me.
Your impudence was better than any reverence,
because in this moment I am you and you are me.
I give you this opened heart as God gives gifts:
the poison of your spit has become
the honey of friendship."
RUMI
Sunday, November 20, 2011
THE MISER WHO BECOME A MOUSE
A miser died, leaving a cache of gold;
And in a dream what should the son behold
But his dead father, shaped now like a mouse
That dashed distractedly about the house,
His mouse-eyes filled with tears. The sleeping son
Spoke in his dream:"Why, father, must you run
About our home like this?" The poor mouse said:
"Who guards my store of gold now I am dead?
Has any thief found out its hiding-place?"
The son asked next about his mouse-like face
And heard his father say: "Learn from my state;
Whoever worship gold, this is his fate-
To haunt the hidden cache for evermore,
An anxious mouse that darts across the floor";
ATTAR
A GRAVEDIGGER
A man who lived by digging graves survived
To ripe old age. A neighbour said: "You've thrived
For years, digging away in one routine-
Tell us the strangest thing you've ever seen."
He said:"All things considered, what's most strange
Is that for seventy years without a change
That dog, my Self, has seen me digging graves,
Yet neither dies, nor alters, nor behaves;"
ATTAR
And in a dream what should the son behold
But his dead father, shaped now like a mouse
That dashed distractedly about the house,
His mouse-eyes filled with tears. The sleeping son
Spoke in his dream:"Why, father, must you run
About our home like this?" The poor mouse said:
"Who guards my store of gold now I am dead?
Has any thief found out its hiding-place?"
The son asked next about his mouse-like face
And heard his father say: "Learn from my state;
Whoever worship gold, this is his fate-
To haunt the hidden cache for evermore,
An anxious mouse that darts across the floor";
ATTAR
A GRAVEDIGGER
A man who lived by digging graves survived
To ripe old age. A neighbour said: "You've thrived
For years, digging away in one routine-
Tell us the strangest thing you've ever seen."
He said:"All things considered, what's most strange
Is that for seventy years without a change
That dog, my Self, has seen me digging graves,
Yet neither dies, nor alters, nor behaves;"
ATTAR
Friday, July 22, 2011
TEACHING
Then said a teacher, speak to us of Teaching
And he said:
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already
lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple,
among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
If he indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom,
but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind......
And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge,
so much each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God
and in his understanding of the earth.
KAHLIL GIBRAN
And he said:
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already
lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple,
among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
If he indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom,
but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind......
And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge,
so much each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God
and in his understanding of the earth.
KAHLIL GIBRAN
CHILDREN
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot
Visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
KAHLIL GIBRAN
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot
Visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
KAHLIL GIBRAN
Monday, July 18, 2011
CAN YOU SWIM
In the old times there were only rowboats to cross the straits of Bosporus in Turkey, not the large boats of today. If you wanted to go from one side to the other, you hired a boat with five or ten other people and paid the boatman to take you across.
One day, a professor of geography stepped into one of these boats to cross the straits. Just as the boat set out, the wind started to kick up, and the boat began to sway from side to side.
As they made their way across the straits, the professor asked the boatman, "Do you know geography?"
The boatman replied that he did not. The professor said, "You've wasted one third of your life. A third of your life is gone."
A few moments later, the professor asked, "Do you know math?" and the boatman replied that he did not. Again the professor said, "A third of your life is gone; you've wasted all of this time."
Then he asked him, "Do you know history? No? A third of your life is gone; you have wasted so much time." and continued berating the boatman like this.
Mean while, the wind had become quite ferocious and the boat to rock back and forth wildly.
The boatman asked the professor "Do you know how to swim?"
The professor replied that he did not. The boatman said to him, "Then all of your life is gone."
REFERENCE: WHAT ABOUT MY WOOD BY ES- SEYYID ES-SHAYKH
One day, a professor of geography stepped into one of these boats to cross the straits. Just as the boat set out, the wind started to kick up, and the boat began to sway from side to side.
As they made their way across the straits, the professor asked the boatman, "Do you know geography?"
The boatman replied that he did not. The professor said, "You've wasted one third of your life. A third of your life is gone."
A few moments later, the professor asked, "Do you know math?" and the boatman replied that he did not. Again the professor said, "A third of your life is gone; you've wasted all of this time."
Then he asked him, "Do you know history? No? A third of your life is gone; you have wasted so much time." and continued berating the boatman like this.
Mean while, the wind had become quite ferocious and the boat to rock back and forth wildly.
The boatman asked the professor "Do you know how to swim?"
The professor replied that he did not. The boatman said to him, "Then all of your life is gone."
REFERENCE: WHAT ABOUT MY WOOD BY ES- SEYYID ES-SHAYKH
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
WOULD YOU LIKE THAT WELL DONE
Khidr was teaching Moses (peace be upon them both) as they traveled together. One day, when they both became very hungry they each prayed for food. Allah answered Moses prayer and he started a fire so he could cook the food he had received. he noticed that Khidr was eating something. You need to work on your belief ,'' Khidr told Moses why don't you pray for a nicely cooked meal, as I do?
Khidr: The immoral prophet , also known as the Green Man
Reference: What about my wood by Es-Sayyid Es-Sheikh Taner Anasari
Khidr: The immoral prophet , also known as the Green Man
Reference: What about my wood by Es-Sayyid Es-Sheikh Taner Anasari
Thursday, July 7, 2011
THE CHESS PLAYER
There was once a king who used to play chess with his court jester.
The jester was a Good player, and he won the game. This so annoyed
the king he punished him.
Then the monarch insisted on playing another time. The jester was
reluctant, but he had to continue.
When he was again on the point of winning, and the time had come
to call 'checkmate' the jester jumped up and ran into a corner. there he
covered himself with rugs, to avoid being beaten by the king.
The king asked him what he was doing. 'checkmate!' called out the jester;
'I am hiding here because nobody can dare to checkmate you unless he is
hidden, covered up-----'
RUMI
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
The jester was a Good player, and he won the game. This so annoyed
the king he punished him.
Then the monarch insisted on playing another time. The jester was
reluctant, but he had to continue.
When he was again on the point of winning, and the time had come
to call 'checkmate' the jester jumped up and ran into a corner. there he
covered himself with rugs, to avoid being beaten by the king.
The king asked him what he was doing. 'checkmate!' called out the jester;
'I am hiding here because nobody can dare to checkmate you unless he is
hidden, covered up-----'
RUMI
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
Sunday, July 3, 2011
EYE BROWS
A man look at his wife's face and said: 'When did one of your eyebrows become thinner than the other?'
she answered: ' It was first noticed when you started to look my exterior, and become less appreciative of the inner Me.'
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
she answered: ' It was first noticed when you started to look my exterior, and become less appreciative of the inner Me.'
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
THE PIECE OF OAK
A father handed his son a piece of smooth oak, and said to him, "This is your board. For every mistake you make, I will hammer in a nail"
By the time the boy was thirteen, the board was covered corner to corner with nails, some rusted, some shining new. The father took the board to his son and said, "For every good thing you do to fix all of these wrongs, I will take one nail out."
And it was not too long before the father took the last nail out the proudly showed his son the
clean piece of oak. Yet when son saw the board, his eyes brimmed with tears. He turned to his father and said, "But father, what about the holes?...
REFERENCE: SOUL PRINTS BY MARC GAFNI
By the time the boy was thirteen, the board was covered corner to corner with nails, some rusted, some shining new. The father took the board to his son and said, "For every good thing you do to fix all of these wrongs, I will take one nail out."
And it was not too long before the father took the last nail out the proudly showed his son the
clean piece of oak. Yet when son saw the board, his eyes brimmed with tears. He turned to his father and said, "But father, what about the holes?...
REFERENCE: SOUL PRINTS BY MARC GAFNI
Saturday, June 25, 2011
TWO DERVISHES
Two dervishes met on the road very early one morning. Each had a huge bale of firewood on his back. The Sultan passed and saw them. Many hours later the sultan returned near this spot and saw that the two men were still standing, shouldering their heavy loads and talking.
"Who are these men?" asked the Sultan. "They are dervishes, O Sultan," said one of his attendants, "and when they are with one another the burdens of the world disappear."
REFERENCE: WHEN YOU HEAR THE HOOFBEAT THINK OF ZEBRA
BY SHEMS FRIEDLANDER
"Who are these men?" asked the Sultan. "They are dervishes, O Sultan," said one of his attendants, "and when they are with one another the burdens of the world disappear."
REFERENCE: WHEN YOU HEAR THE HOOFBEAT THINK OF ZEBRA
BY SHEMS FRIEDLANDER
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A HEART
Once a young woman asked me,
"How does it feel to be a man?"
And I replied,
"My dear,
I am not sure,"
Then she said,
"Well, aren't you a man?"
And this time I replied,
"I view gender
As a beautiful animal
That people often take for a walk on a leash
And might enter in some odd contest
To try win strange prizes.
My dear,
A better question for Hafiz
would have been,
'How does it feel to be a heart?'
For all I know is Love'
And I find my heart Infinite.
And Everywhere!"
HAFIZ
REFERENCE: I HEARD GOD LAUGHING
BY DANIEL LANDISKY
"How does it feel to be a man?"
And I replied,
"My dear,
I am not sure,"
Then she said,
"Well, aren't you a man?"
And this time I replied,
"I view gender
As a beautiful animal
That people often take for a walk on a leash
And might enter in some odd contest
To try win strange prizes.
My dear,
A better question for Hafiz
would have been,
'How does it feel to be a heart?'
For all I know is Love'
And I find my heart Infinite.
And Everywhere!"
HAFIZ
REFERENCE: I HEARD GOD LAUGHING
BY DANIEL LANDISKY
Friday, June 24, 2011
DON'T JUMP
A man came by where Hazrat Ali was working on a roof. The man asked, "Is it true that our lives are predestined and that it is written exactly when we are going to die?"
Hazrat Ali answered that this was indeed true.
The man continued, "Then why do you not jump off of the roof? You will not die now if it is not your time."
Hazrat Ali asked the man,"Are you testing God? on the contrary, it is God who created all of this to test you."
REFERENCE: WHAT ABOUT MY WOOD!
BY ES-SEYYID ES- SHAYKH TANER ANSARI
Hazrat Ali answered that this was indeed true.
The man continued, "Then why do you not jump off of the roof? You will not die now if it is not your time."
Hazrat Ali asked the man,"Are you testing God? on the contrary, it is God who created all of this to test you."
REFERENCE: WHAT ABOUT MY WOOD!
BY ES-SEYYID ES- SHAYKH TANER ANSARI
Thursday, June 23, 2011
THE APPARENT PROBLEM
A student came to his master and said, "Teacher, you taught me that if I run from honor, then honor will pursue me. Well, I have been running from honor for many years now and honor is still not pursuing me."
"The problem," replied the master, nodding sagaciously, "is clearly apparent. When you run from honor you are always looking over your shoulder to see if honor is pursuing you- so honor is confused, not quite sure which way you are going."
REFERENCE: SOUL PRINT BY MARC GAFNI
"The problem," replied the master, nodding sagaciously, "is clearly apparent. When you run from honor you are always looking over your shoulder to see if honor is pursuing you- so honor is confused, not quite sure which way you are going."
REFERENCE: SOUL PRINT BY MARC GAFNI
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
IT IS PRICELESS
Shibli was a pupil of the famous theosophist Junaid of Baghdad. On his conversion, he came to Junaid, saying: "They tell me that you poses the pearl of divine knowledge: either give it to me or sell it." Junaid answered, "I cannot sell it, for you have not the price there of; and if I give it to you, you will have gained it cheaply. You do not know its value. Cast yourself head long, like me, into this ocean, in order that you may win the pearl by waiting patiently."....
REFERENCE: THE MYSTICS OF ISLAM
BY A NICHOLSON
REFERENCE: THE MYSTICS OF ISLAM
BY A NICHOLSON
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
TRUE FOLLOWERS
At the time of the Ottoman Empire in Turkey, one of the viziers told the Sultan about a great Shiekh who lived in Anatolia. He warned the Sultan to be careful of this Sheikh, because he had hundreds of thousands of followers. And if this sheikh decided to turn against the Sultan, the whole country could be in turmoil and he could even lose throne.
The Sultan got quite concerned. He sent for the Sheikh to come to Istanbul. When they met, the sultan said, "What is this I hear, you have hundreds of thousands of dervish followers?" "No that is not so," the Sheikh answered "Well, how many do you have?" the Sultan insisted.
"I only have one and a half."
"If you only have one and a half, why is everyone telling me that you have the power to overthrow this entire country? We shall see, there's a huge field at the edge of town, and tomorrow everyone is going to meet at that field."
The Sultan sent out messengers to announce that anyone who was a follower of this great Sheikh should come to this field the next day, because the sheikh would be there.
Above the field there was a hill where the Sultan set up a huge tent. Inside the tent he put several sheep, but no one could see this.
The next day hundreds of thousands of people came to the field to see the great Sheikh. In front of the tent the sultan stood next to the Sheikh and said, "You said you didn't have many followers."
"They are not," the Sheikh said. "I only have one and a half dervishes. You'll see."
"The Sheikh has committed an indiscretion," the Sultan said, "And unless ten of the dervishes give up their life for him, his life will be taken."
There was a great rumbling in the crowd. "He is my Sheikh and teacher. Whatever I know come from him," one man came forward and said. "I will go and give my life for him."
The Sultan's men marched him up the hill, took him into the tent, and slit the throat of a sheep. Everybody saw the blood flowing out from the side of the tent, and this made them very nervous.
The Sultan declared, "Is there anyone else willing to give his life for his Sheikh?"
Silence
Then one woman stood up and said she would . They marched her up and into the tent, and again they slit the throat of another sheep. Seeing more blood, the crowd began to disperse. Soon there was no one left in the field.
The Sheikh turned to the sultan and said, "you see, I told you, I only had one and a half dervishes."
The Sultan said, "Oh, the man is your dervish, and the woman is half a dervish?"
"No, no, " the Sheikh said "The woman is my dervish, and the man is half a dervish."
Seeing the surprised expression on the sultan's face, the Sheikh explained:
"The man did not actually know that he was going to be killed when he entered the tent. But the woman knew, and she still came forward. she is my real dervish."
REFERENCE: WHEN YOU HEAR A HOOFBEAT THINK OF ZEBRA
BY SHEMS FRIEDLANDER
The Sultan got quite concerned. He sent for the Sheikh to come to Istanbul. When they met, the sultan said, "What is this I hear, you have hundreds of thousands of dervish followers?" "No that is not so," the Sheikh answered "Well, how many do you have?" the Sultan insisted.
"I only have one and a half."
"If you only have one and a half, why is everyone telling me that you have the power to overthrow this entire country? We shall see, there's a huge field at the edge of town, and tomorrow everyone is going to meet at that field."
The Sultan sent out messengers to announce that anyone who was a follower of this great Sheikh should come to this field the next day, because the sheikh would be there.
Above the field there was a hill where the Sultan set up a huge tent. Inside the tent he put several sheep, but no one could see this.
The next day hundreds of thousands of people came to the field to see the great Sheikh. In front of the tent the sultan stood next to the Sheikh and said, "You said you didn't have many followers."
"They are not," the Sheikh said. "I only have one and a half dervishes. You'll see."
"The Sheikh has committed an indiscretion," the Sultan said, "And unless ten of the dervishes give up their life for him, his life will be taken."
There was a great rumbling in the crowd. "He is my Sheikh and teacher. Whatever I know come from him," one man came forward and said. "I will go and give my life for him."
The Sultan's men marched him up the hill, took him into the tent, and slit the throat of a sheep. Everybody saw the blood flowing out from the side of the tent, and this made them very nervous.
The Sultan declared, "Is there anyone else willing to give his life for his Sheikh?"
Silence
Then one woman stood up and said she would . They marched her up and into the tent, and again they slit the throat of another sheep. Seeing more blood, the crowd began to disperse. Soon there was no one left in the field.
The Sheikh turned to the sultan and said, "you see, I told you, I only had one and a half dervishes."
The Sultan said, "Oh, the man is your dervish, and the woman is half a dervish?"
"No, no, " the Sheikh said "The woman is my dervish, and the man is half a dervish."
Seeing the surprised expression on the sultan's face, the Sheikh explained:
"The man did not actually know that he was going to be killed when he entered the tent. But the woman knew, and she still came forward. she is my real dervish."
REFERENCE: WHEN YOU HEAR A HOOFBEAT THINK OF ZEBRA
BY SHEMS FRIEDLANDER
SAYINGS OF IBN-AL-ARABI
1. When you realize the mystery of oneness with the Divine. You will know that you are no other than Allah, and that you always been and will always be beyond every time and place. Then you will understand that all your actions are His actions and your essence is His essence and all your attributes belong to Him. The soul then understands that it does not see Allah through itself but through Allah so that it is not the soul that loves Allah but Allah who loves Himself. The soul see Allah in all beings, but only because it is Allah who is looking.
2. Allah is not limited to the way he appears to you by making Himself appropriate to your ability to receive Him. Therefore, no other creature are obliged to obey the God you worship for He appears to them in others form.
3. God removed from me my contingent dimension. Thus I attained in this non tunnel journey the inner realities of all the Names, and I saw them all returning to One subject and One Entity. The subject was that I witnessed and that Entity was my being. For my voyage was only in myself and pointed to myself and through this I came to know that I was pure "slave" without a trace of lordship in me at all.
4. All is contained in the divine breath, like the day in the morning down.
5. My existence is from you and your appearance is through me.
Yet if I had not appeared, you would not been.
6. Gnostic's cannot impart their feelings to the other men; they can only indicate them symbolically to those who have begun to experience the like.
7. When my Beloved appears,
with what eye do I see Him?
with His eye, not with mine,
For none sees Him except Himself.
8. Everything engendered in existence is Imagination-
but in fact it is Reality whoever understand this truth
has grasped the mysteries of the way.
9. God made the creatures as veils. He who knows them to be such is led back to Him, but he who takes them as real is barred from His presence.
10. I saw myself through the light that things carry in their essence- not through any extraneous light.
11. He is the seer and also that through which He sees.
2. Allah is not limited to the way he appears to you by making Himself appropriate to your ability to receive Him. Therefore, no other creature are obliged to obey the God you worship for He appears to them in others form.
3. God removed from me my contingent dimension. Thus I attained in this non tunnel journey the inner realities of all the Names, and I saw them all returning to One subject and One Entity. The subject was that I witnessed and that Entity was my being. For my voyage was only in myself and pointed to myself and through this I came to know that I was pure "slave" without a trace of lordship in me at all.
4. All is contained in the divine breath, like the day in the morning down.
5. My existence is from you and your appearance is through me.
Yet if I had not appeared, you would not been.
6. Gnostic's cannot impart their feelings to the other men; they can only indicate them symbolically to those who have begun to experience the like.
7. When my Beloved appears,
with what eye do I see Him?
with His eye, not with mine,
For none sees Him except Himself.
8. Everything engendered in existence is Imagination-
but in fact it is Reality whoever understand this truth
has grasped the mysteries of the way.
9. God made the creatures as veils. He who knows them to be such is led back to Him, but he who takes them as real is barred from His presence.
10. I saw myself through the light that things carry in their essence- not through any extraneous light.
11. He is the seer and also that through which He sees.
Monday, June 20, 2011
THE TALE OF THE SANDS
A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert, just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its water disappeared.
It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: "The wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream?"
The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed; that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.
'By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.'
But how could this happen?
'By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.'
This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?
'The wind,' said the sand, 'perform this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again, falling as rain, the water again becomes a river?'
'How can I know that this is true?'
'It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as stream?'
'But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?'
'You cannot in either case remain so! the whisper said. 'Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one!
When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he-or some part of him, was it?-had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered- or did he?- that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.
And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upward and along letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of the mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected, yes, now I have learned my true Identity.'
The stream was learning.But the sand whispered: 'We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we the sands extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.'
And that is why it is said that the way in which the stream of life is to continue on its journey is written in the sands.
REFERENCE: TALES OF DERVISHES BY IDRRIES SHAH
It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: "The wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream?"
The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed; that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.
'By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.'
But how could this happen?
'By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.'
This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?
'The wind,' said the sand, 'perform this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again, falling as rain, the water again becomes a river?'
'How can I know that this is true?'
'It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as stream?'
'But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?'
'You cannot in either case remain so! the whisper said. 'Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one!
When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he-or some part of him, was it?-had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered- or did he?- that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.
And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upward and along letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of the mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected, yes, now I have learned my true Identity.'
The stream was learning.But the sand whispered: 'We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we the sands extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.'
And that is why it is said that the way in which the stream of life is to continue on its journey is written in the sands.
REFERENCE: TALES OF DERVISHES BY IDRRIES SHAH
Sunday, June 19, 2011
HOW TO CATCH MONKEY
Once upon a time there was a monkey who was very fond of cherries. One day he saw a delicious-looking cherry, and came down from his tree to get it. But the fruit turned out to be in clear glass bottle. After some experimentation, the monkey found that he could get hold of the cherry by putting his hand into the bottle by way of the neck. As soon as he had done so, he closed his hand over the cherry. But then he found that he could not withdraw his fist holding the cherry, because it was larger than the internal dimension of the neck.
Now all this was deliberate, because the cherry in the bottle was a trap laid by a monkey-hunter who knew how monkey think. The hunter, hearing the monkey's whimpering, came along and the monkey tried to run away. But, because his hand was as he thought, stuck in the bottle, he could not move fast enough to escape.
But, as he thought, he still had hold of the cherry. The hunter picked him up. A moment later he tapped the monkey sharply on the elbow, making him suddenly relax his hold on the fruit.
The monkey was free, but he was captured. The hunter had used the cherry and the bottle, but he still had them.
REFERENCE:TALES OF DERVASHES BY IDRIES SHAH
Now all this was deliberate, because the cherry in the bottle was a trap laid by a monkey-hunter who knew how monkey think. The hunter, hearing the monkey's whimpering, came along and the monkey tried to run away. But, because his hand was as he thought, stuck in the bottle, he could not move fast enough to escape.
But, as he thought, he still had hold of the cherry. The hunter picked him up. A moment later he tapped the monkey sharply on the elbow, making him suddenly relax his hold on the fruit.
The monkey was free, but he was captured. The hunter had used the cherry and the bottle, but he still had them.
REFERENCE:TALES OF DERVASHES BY IDRIES SHAH
Saturday, June 18, 2011
A PURE RING
'One day, strange to say he told (his court sages)
'A state of distress keeps coming over me.
A desire most strange has arisen in my heart,
though I know not from what cause it arose.
Make me a pure ring of such a kind
that whatever I feel very sorrowful,
by looking at it I become glad- hearted.
and free from the clutches of sorrow that turk?'
The sages asked him to give them some time.
Those great wise men that sat down together.
They pondered and meditated at length,
spending blood, sweat and tears on the task at hand.
Finally they agreed on a firm decision-
resolved a single design for the ring.
'Make haste to inscribe this moto upon it:
"This too shall soon enough pass away."
ATTAR
REFERENCE: ATTAR THE PERSIAN SUFI TRADITION
'A state of distress keeps coming over me.
A desire most strange has arisen in my heart,
though I know not from what cause it arose.
Make me a pure ring of such a kind
that whatever I feel very sorrowful,
by looking at it I become glad- hearted.
and free from the clutches of sorrow that turk?'
The sages asked him to give them some time.
Those great wise men that sat down together.
They pondered and meditated at length,
spending blood, sweat and tears on the task at hand.
Finally they agreed on a firm decision-
resolved a single design for the ring.
'Make haste to inscribe this moto upon it:
"This too shall soon enough pass away."
ATTAR
REFERENCE: ATTAR THE PERSIAN SUFI TRADITION
I AM FLYING A KITE
It was Timothy's twelfth birthday. He had saved up enough money to buy himself a present.
Nickels, dimes, and quarters- he went to neighborhood store, put his change on the counter, and
-wonder of wonders- had exactly the right amount to buy the big red kite on the wall behind the cash register. The happiest kid in the world, he went to Van Cort Landth Park in the Bronx and
began to fly his new kite.
There were great winds that day, and he let out some string, and a little more string, and
a little more, until the kite was so high and far away you couldn't even see it anymore. When you
looked at the boy, all you could see was a happy kid running with string in his hand.
A very respectable and rational- looking man in a business suit came upon the boy and
stoped him. "son, what are you doing?" he asked-
"What do you mean, sir?" Timothy asked. "I'm flying a kite!"
" flying a kite? what do you mean? I don't see a kite. You don't see a kite. How do you know there's a kite?" Timothy looked at a man very gravely. "I know there's a kite sir-
because I can feel the tug!"
REFERENCE:SOUL PRINT BY MARC GAFNI
Nickels, dimes, and quarters- he went to neighborhood store, put his change on the counter, and
-wonder of wonders- had exactly the right amount to buy the big red kite on the wall behind the cash register. The happiest kid in the world, he went to Van Cort Landth Park in the Bronx and
began to fly his new kite.
There were great winds that day, and he let out some string, and a little more string, and
a little more, until the kite was so high and far away you couldn't even see it anymore. When you
looked at the boy, all you could see was a happy kid running with string in his hand.
A very respectable and rational- looking man in a business suit came upon the boy and
stoped him. "son, what are you doing?" he asked-
"What do you mean, sir?" Timothy asked. "I'm flying a kite!"
" flying a kite? what do you mean? I don't see a kite. You don't see a kite. How do you know there's a kite?" Timothy looked at a man very gravely. "I know there's a kite sir-
because I can feel the tug!"
REFERENCE:SOUL PRINT BY MARC GAFNI
Thursday, June 16, 2011
LOAVES OF BREAD
One day two holy men came to visit Rabia' hoping to get some thing to eat; they were sure that whatever food she give them would be ritually pure since it was " obtained in a lawful manner."
After they had seated themselves, a cloth containing two loaves of bread was laid before them. Eagerly they reached for the food-
But before they could get it to their mouth, a hungry beggar appeared at the door. Rabia immediately gave him both loaves of bread.
This really bothered the two holy men, but they kept it to themselves.
Pretty soon a slave-girl arrived, caring a load of freshly-baked bread.
"My mistress sent this."
Rabia counted the loaves. "I don't think so," she said.
"There are only eighteen here."
Protest, denial- whatever the girl said, Rabia would not believe her.
(what's happened was that the slave-girl had taken two loaves for herself.)
So she went away and came back with the full twenty loaves. Rabia counted them again:
"That's more like it." So Rabia served the hungry holy men with twenty loaves instead of two. They were really baffled. "Two loaves, no loaves, twenty loaves- What does it all mean?" they asked.
"As soon as I saw you." said Rabia, "I could tell you were hungry. Two little loaves of bread- how could that be enough for two holy men? Then I remembered the promise: 'You give one; I give ten!' so I gave two to beggar-"
"But when only eighteen came back, I knew that there was either something is wrong with my prayers, or that somebody had sticky fingers."
REFERENCE: DOOR KEEPER OF THE HEART
VERSIONS OF RABIA BY CHARLES UPTON
After they had seated themselves, a cloth containing two loaves of bread was laid before them. Eagerly they reached for the food-
But before they could get it to their mouth, a hungry beggar appeared at the door. Rabia immediately gave him both loaves of bread.
This really bothered the two holy men, but they kept it to themselves.
Pretty soon a slave-girl arrived, caring a load of freshly-baked bread.
"My mistress sent this."
Rabia counted the loaves. "I don't think so," she said.
"There are only eighteen here."
Protest, denial- whatever the girl said, Rabia would not believe her.
(what's happened was that the slave-girl had taken two loaves for herself.)
So she went away and came back with the full twenty loaves. Rabia counted them again:
"That's more like it." So Rabia served the hungry holy men with twenty loaves instead of two. They were really baffled. "Two loaves, no loaves, twenty loaves- What does it all mean?" they asked.
"As soon as I saw you." said Rabia, "I could tell you were hungry. Two little loaves of bread- how could that be enough for two holy men? Then I remembered the promise: 'You give one; I give ten!' so I gave two to beggar-"
"But when only eighteen came back, I knew that there was either something is wrong with my prayers, or that somebody had sticky fingers."
REFERENCE: DOOR KEEPER OF THE HEART
VERSIONS OF RABIA BY CHARLES UPTON
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
DEEPER THINGS AFFECT SURFACE ONES
A shopkeeper had a cask of oil, which he sealed with his ring impression after filling it full.
His assistants, however, found that they could steel oil by drilling a hole near the bottom
of the barrel and plugging it until they wanted to draw off the oil from there.
When the shopkeeper opened his cast and found that, although the top was secure,
the level has gone down. He was baffled. He ask a wiser man, who was a customer at his
shop, what this might mean.
The wise man said, 'some has been drawn off from the bottom: why don't you look
there for the source of your problem?"
'Fool!' shouted the shopkeeper: 'I am talking about the oil that is missing from the top!'
REFERENCE:THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
His assistants, however, found that they could steel oil by drilling a hole near the bottom
of the barrel and plugging it until they wanted to draw off the oil from there.
When the shopkeeper opened his cast and found that, although the top was secure,
the level has gone down. He was baffled. He ask a wiser man, who was a customer at his
shop, what this might mean.
The wise man said, 'some has been drawn off from the bottom: why don't you look
there for the source of your problem?"
'Fool!' shouted the shopkeeper: 'I am talking about the oil that is missing from the top!'
REFERENCE:THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
SAYING OF RUMI
Lift up a broken hand in prayer.
Allah's Perfect kindness is given away free
to all those who acknowledge their flows.
What are you talking about!
Having to ear a living doesn't stop you digging
from the Treasure. Don't abandon your every day life.
That's where the Treasure is hidden.
Those who acknowledge the truth see themselves in the prophet
and hear their own voice proceeding from him and smell their own
scent proceeding from him. No man denies his own self. Therefore
the Prophets says to the community "We are you and you are we.
There is no strangeness between us."
The religion of love is separate from all religions.
For lovers, the religion and creed is -God.
The soil is faithful to its trust:
What ever you have sown in it you reap the same.
But until spring time brings the touch of God,
the soil does not reveal its secrets.
Wherever I shine the lamplight of Divine breath,
There the difficulties of a whole world are resolved.
The darkness which the earthy sun did not remove,
becomes through My breath a bright morning.
Every morning, out of love for you,
this intellect become crazy, climb upon the
roof of the brain and plays the lute.
Intellect says, 'This world, this universe, has
six borders which you cannot transgress!
Love says 'There is a way, and I have gone
over it very frequently.'
Whether you love God or love a human being,
If you love enough you will come into the presence
of love itself.
Just look at your hand.
closing the fist always precedes opening it
A hand that's always closed or open
is a crippled hand.
So your heart also contracts and expands
just like a birds needs to close and open its wings to fly.
The tale of love must be heard from love itself.
For like a mirror it is both mute and expressive.
soul receive from soul that knowledge,
therefore not by book nor from tongue.
If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness
of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Allah's Perfect kindness is given away free
to all those who acknowledge their flows.
What are you talking about!
Having to ear a living doesn't stop you digging
from the Treasure. Don't abandon your every day life.
That's where the Treasure is hidden.
Those who acknowledge the truth see themselves in the prophet
and hear their own voice proceeding from him and smell their own
scent proceeding from him. No man denies his own self. Therefore
the Prophets says to the community "We are you and you are we.
There is no strangeness between us."
The religion of love is separate from all religions.
For lovers, the religion and creed is -God.
The soil is faithful to its trust:
What ever you have sown in it you reap the same.
But until spring time brings the touch of God,
the soil does not reveal its secrets.
Wherever I shine the lamplight of Divine breath,
There the difficulties of a whole world are resolved.
The darkness which the earthy sun did not remove,
becomes through My breath a bright morning.
Every morning, out of love for you,
this intellect become crazy, climb upon the
roof of the brain and plays the lute.
Intellect says, 'This world, this universe, has
six borders which you cannot transgress!
Love says 'There is a way, and I have gone
over it very frequently.'
Whether you love God or love a human being,
If you love enough you will come into the presence
of love itself.
Just look at your hand.
closing the fist always precedes opening it
A hand that's always closed or open
is a crippled hand.
So your heart also contracts and expands
just like a birds needs to close and open its wings to fly.
The tale of love must be heard from love itself.
For like a mirror it is both mute and expressive.
soul receive from soul that knowledge,
therefore not by book nor from tongue.
If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness
of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Monday, June 13, 2011
THREE LIGHTS AND THREE DARKNESSES
When the first man (Adam) was complete, he was told to look over his right shoulder.
There were three lights. He asked the first light its name and where it resided.
"I am Intelligence," it answered "and I live in your head."
He asked the second light the same question.
"I am conscience, and I reside in you eyes."
He looked at the third light and had to shield his eyes from the glow.
"Who are you, and where do you live," he asked.
The light answered, "I am compassion, and I live in your heart."
On the other side of the prophet Adam stood three darknesses. He forced himself to ask
the first darkness its name.
"I am Arrogance, and I live in you head."
"This is impossible," cried Adam, "for that is where Intelligence lives."
"Only until I enter; then there is no room for Intelligence, " said the darkness.
"And who are you?" he asked, turning to the second darkness.
"My name is Insatiable Ambition, and I reside in your eyes."
"But that is where conscience lives," replied Adam.
"Not when I am there," uttered Ambition.
"And you," he asked the third darkness, "Who are you?"
"I am known as Envy, and I occupy space in your heart."
"Compassion is in my heart," said Adam.
Envy with a smile, "Compassion departs."
REFERENCE: WHEN YOU HEAR HOOFBEATS THINK OF A ZEBRA
BY SHEMS FRIEDLANDER
There were three lights. He asked the first light its name and where it resided.
"I am Intelligence," it answered "and I live in your head."
He asked the second light the same question.
"I am conscience, and I reside in you eyes."
He looked at the third light and had to shield his eyes from the glow.
"Who are you, and where do you live," he asked.
The light answered, "I am compassion, and I live in your heart."
On the other side of the prophet Adam stood three darknesses. He forced himself to ask
the first darkness its name.
"I am Arrogance, and I live in you head."
"This is impossible," cried Adam, "for that is where Intelligence lives."
"Only until I enter; then there is no room for Intelligence, " said the darkness.
"And who are you?" he asked, turning to the second darkness.
"My name is Insatiable Ambition, and I reside in your eyes."
"But that is where conscience lives," replied Adam.
"Not when I am there," uttered Ambition.
"And you," he asked the third darkness, "Who are you?"
"I am known as Envy, and I occupy space in your heart."
"Compassion is in my heart," said Adam.
Envy with a smile, "Compassion departs."
REFERENCE: WHEN YOU HEAR HOOFBEATS THINK OF A ZEBRA
BY SHEMS FRIEDLANDER
WHY ARE YOU RUNNING
A Zen master enters a village and sees people scarring about.
"Where are you running?" he asks.
"To make a living," they respond.
"Why are you so sure that your living is in front of you?" he probes.
"May be it's behind you and can't catch up. Do not run to make a living, be still and live.
REFERENCE: SOUL PRINTS BY MARC GAFNI
"Where are you running?" he asks.
"To make a living," they respond.
"Why are you so sure that your living is in front of you?" he probes.
"May be it's behind you and can't catch up. Do not run to make a living, be still and live.
REFERENCE: SOUL PRINTS BY MARC GAFNI
THE CONVERSATION OF THE BIRDS
There is a classical sufi story about a king who was setting out to war. He was accompanied by everything necessary, from gold to arms, from fierce warriors to military bands. No details of his enterprise had been forgotten. On the way he met a dervish, a poor and weak wanderer who was yet a wise man, reputed to know the language of birds.
The dervish told the king:
'I know the language of birds, and what they are saying about your Majesty.'
The king said:
'Are they pleased that I am set on this path, and that I am determined to succeed?'
'They are delighted, your Majesty,' said the dervish, 'for they say: "This king will ruin so many cities that we shall have abundant nesting places for the rest of the time among the fallen buildings."
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
The dervish told the king:
'I know the language of birds, and what they are saying about your Majesty.'
The king said:
'Are they pleased that I am set on this path, and that I am determined to succeed?'
'They are delighted, your Majesty,' said the dervish, 'for they say: "This king will ruin so many cities that we shall have abundant nesting places for the rest of the time among the fallen buildings."
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
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