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Many are the roads, but truth is a single path. And those who tread this way are few.
They pass unrecognized, their goal unknown, while slowly and steadily they press along.
Men do not know for what they were created, and most of them fail to see the path of truth.

al-Ghazzali

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Fooling World

World leave me alone so that I may drown my sorrow with loves companion.

Do not pick on me and spit on my face because I am not like you.

World do not strangle me with the laws made by man to oppress man.

Do not drag me down and tie me with chains because I do not share your views.

World if you understood the complexness of my mind then you would not dare to question;

You have failed to understand; but i do not blame you

I look around and see that I am falling;

falling into complete darkness

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Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.The only reason someone would hate you is because they want to be just like you.There are at least 2 people in this world that would die for you.You mean the world to someone.Someone that you dont even know exists loves you.When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.When you think the world has turned its back on you , take a look again. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget the rude remarks.

Unknown

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What is it to think?
Is it the images, voices or words.
Why waste your precious thoughts on a sinful and low creature;
Think of the Creator who hears and sees all.
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Oh raging wind! Why do you roar so loud? Cant you see the disturbances your causing;

Oh blanket of darkness! Drown out the roar so the lovers of the dark may mourn in peace.

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Conversation with Ostaad ilahi

One day I was in deep thought, when I suddenly found myself in some far away land that I had never seen before.
I looked around and saw a man standing next to me.“why do you look so troubled?” he gently asked.
“I have a great deal on my mind,” I said.
“perhaps I can help?” he said
“I have been searching for the truth, yet I cant see to find it anywhere”
“The truth is like a mirror” he said “Delve within it for therein lies the key to all who seek.
“But how can I delve within? I asked
“Put aside all your preconceptions and purify your intention; the truth will then reflect itself in your heart”
“How will I know when the truth has illuminated my heart?” I asked.
“When you consider all the saints and prophets as legitimate and no longer differentiate between religions, you have arrived at the stage of truth.”
“What do you mean ‘the stage of truth’? I asked.
Understanding why we have been bought into existence, what we must accomplish here, and where our ultimate destination lies”
“sometimes I wonder what im supposed to be doing in this world?
“we must perform our duties, benefit others and strive to become a true human being” he said.
“A true human being?” I asked
“One who distinguishes himself by his compassion, generosity and good will” he said. One who rejoices in the happiness of others and shares in their sorrows, one who always seeks to learn from others”
“How can I become a true human being,” I asked
“Always do unto others as you would have done unto you, and do not do to others what you would not want them to do to you.” He said
“It sounds so simple” I asked
“But difficult in practice” he replied
“Sometimes my life seems like a roller coaster ride” I said “and I wonder if I will ever find true happiness.”
“True happiness” he said “is to possess the means of ensuring ones spiritual destiny on the path of truth.”
“What is our spiritual destiny” I asked“To return to where we come from” he said “only wiser and kinder.”
I thought for a few moments and said “How is it that you know all this?”
He smiled “through a life time of research and personal experience” he said.
“Thank you I feel much better now” I said“But I may have more questions in the future. Will I be able to see you again?” I asked
He smiled and gently put his hand on my shoulder; “You can always find me here, anytime you like”

The end.

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Emotional Memory

The days have grown old, weak and tired of this promised dream;
I forgot what it feels like to hear you cry; to hear those shed tears of loneliness;
To observe the heart bleed of separation; shall this pain retreat or will it become one for the angels to weep;
Memories have become old and stale, the delicate fragrance which satisfied your soul bought calm to your ocean, has long gone.
The candle still burning steadily, the flames rage not about to give up its territory.
The Keeper keeps hope at bay;
The Keeper will allow us to be free someday.
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Painless???

Do you recall the last time you looked deep into her eyes.
Ever wondered what lies beneath those fooling plates
The grief would send you tumbling to your grave
If this is what man would go through, then what of her chances of survival.
My friend! The hope of reaching the Beloved keeps that heart beating;
Even though the mind may of lost consciousness to its surroundings.
The heart is living and will always live, drowned in the whispers of the eternal Love.
The torture now ended, the torturer now rests, -But wait!!!!
For the passion of the heart is striving for more.
Once the drop of love has been tasted, the sweetness will call out in ecstasy;
Escape will no longer have a definition.
Locked in the prison of love, only a fool would want to die.
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Flying High

What is it like to have wings, to spread them out and fly
To be free to search the skies and earth
To make any land our home
Not having laws to abide by
Not having any expectations

What is it like in the sky so high
The wind brushing past your face
So close to nature, so close to where we all belong
To feel the Creators pleasure, to be a part of that creation

Why are we so detached from the natural earth
So imprisoned in our body of greed
When will we wake up and realise what it is to be free
To not have to live up to anything or anyone
Why cant we just spread our wings and fly free
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In the words of Gibran, “A man can be free without being great, but no man can be great without being free.”

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Mystical Experience

I was searching the internet and came across this, the inner meaning is so wonderful, it depends how you look at it really.

Mystical Experience

Looking for you, lost in my emptiness
When the night makes me weary, cold and lonely
Looking for ecstasy to make me live again
A supernatural feeling when you hold me
Every time you're here beside me
There is thunder, there is lightningI feel the earth move and it's a different story
All the power, the heaven and the glory
It's almost like a mystical experience
To feel I'm born again when you come near me
To reach the stars above me the minute that you love me
Oh, it's like a mystical experience
Almost like a mystical experience
To rise with every step as you come near me
And when I'm closer to you, your kisses halleluyah
Take me to a mystical experienceWon't you please hurry back now that I need you so
To drive away all my sorrow and to guide me
Bring the sound of your happiness into my loneliness
To exorcise all the demons that live inside of me
Life without you's like a strangerFull of shadows, full of danger
And when you're with me the world is full of passion
And when you touch me a magical reaction

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Only Some will Understand

Lovers converse with people only as much as they need to. For the most part, they prefer to be alone and by themselves. For they yearn for intimate communion with the Beloved. They are constantly in meditation. They do not enjoy excessive conversation and always prefer not to talk. They do not understand conversation about anything other than God.When they encounter misfortune, they do not grumble and complain. They know that misfortune comes from the Friend, they see the benefits contained in seeming misfortune. Divine love has possessed them, and they have plunged lovingly into the fire of love. Going barefoot, bareheaded, and poorly clad does not worry them at all. They hear no word but the words of God. They never cease from the remembrance of God. Everywhere they behold God's Beauty. Their aim is God alone, and their desire is God's good pleasure.

Sheikh Muzaffer

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Perfect Mysitc

The perfect mystic is neither an ecstatic devotee lost in contemplation of Oneness nor a saintly recluse shunning all commerce with mankind.

The true saint goes in and out among the people, eats and sleeps with them, buys and sells in the market, marries and takes part in social intercourse, and never forgets God for a single moment.

Abu Sa'id

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Let the wind blow me;
Let me feel its raging roar entangle me and lift me up to the heavens;
Let me taste a spectacle of the Almighty’s power.
Maybe then I can take a glimpse of freedom.
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Endless Hope

My bending back has weakened, yet a glimmer of hope remains in encompassing your light before my time is nigh.

This back will continue to arch as that glimmer ever brightens.

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Will you hate me – Dawud Wharnsby Ali

You smile in the two-way mirror of my eyes I put on my faith, like I wear a disguise; You cant see my soul, see the life that I live; but show you the mask of the best I can give. I’ve hid here afraid like a child behind; The truth of my thoughts that clutter my mind. What if you knew about all that I do, the things that I think, the me that is true.

Would you call me a hypocrite, call me a liar; would you curse out my name; would you damn me to fire would you know what to say or would you just walk away afraid the me I’ve tried, to hide would too closely resemble the truth of you that lies inside.

I’ve been looking for answers since becoming an adult; not looking for dogma to live like a cult I’ve been looking to live, I’ve been living to find; freedom from cages that limit my mind

Would you call me a hypocrite, call me a liar; would you curse out my name; would you damn me to fire would you know what to say or would you just walk away afraid the me I’ve tried to hide would too closely resemble the truth of you that lies inside.

Will I scare you, upset you, frustrate you, irritate you, challenge your lifestyle or weaken your trust. Or will you see my effort, my passion, sincerity Will you see just a little of yourself in me; Will you take off your mask so we can both be free.

Would you call me a hypocrite, call me a liar; would you curse out my name; would you damn me to fire would you know what to say or would you just walk away afraid the me I’ve tried to hide would too closely resemble the truth of you that lies inside.

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Vision

Kahlil Gibran; A tear and a tribute.
Vision

There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins -- one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect -- something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.

As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.

Before my eyes I saw the cage turned suddenly into a human skeleton, and the dead bird into a man's heart which was bleeding from a deep wound that looked like the lips of a sorrowing woman. A voice came from that wound saying,
"I am the human heart, prisoner of substance and victim of earthly laws.

"In God's field of Beauty, at the edge of the stream of life, I was imprisoned in the cage of laws made by man.

"In the centre of beautiful Creation I died neglected because I was kept from enjoying the freedom of God's bounty.

"Everything of beauty that awakens my love and desire is a disgrace, according to man's conceptions; everything of goodness that I crave is but naught, according to his judgment.

"I am the lost human heart, imprisoned in the foul dungeon of man's dictates, tied with chains of earthly authority, dead and forgotten by laughing humanity whose tongue is tied and whose eyes are empty of visible tears.

"All these words I heard, and I saw them emerging with a stream of ever thinning blood from that wounded heart.

More was said, but my misted eyes and crying should prevented further sight or hearing.
Gibran