I am reading you
While you are reading me.
What we are is what we mean.
In this amazingly perfect book
We are harmonious words
Written by Someone,
More and more about Whom can be known
By flipping through these pages.
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Nothing has changed except everything.
Your soul flowers in every spiritual spring,
and sheds its leaves in falls of all renewals.
Yellow leaves leave you
while you are welcoming
white and pink flowers.
Yes, spring and fall,
both happen to your soul,
at the same time.
Your heart remembers
the Source of bliss - the Light,
while your mind is dreaming
in a peaceful night.
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Eye can see nothing,
if it is night.
And in the morning,
eye can't look at the Sunlight.
Eye don't have sight,
then eye am closing...
...to open the covering
of the Bright.
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Not-born-yet future, dead past...
Physical life leaves us fast.
This world is just this instant.
This world is non-existent.
Leave your "self" to live the truth,
And be guided to right path.
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I want war against war!
I want childeren not to cry anymore!
Please,
Grant me white wings,
The Creator!
Then I can be a carrier
Pigeon of peace.
Then I can fly overseas.
Please,
End their sufferings,
The Compassionate!
I want to be a warrior
And terminate
Ignorance
To germinate
Tolerance.
Please, help me, The Merciful!
Then I can root out
Tyranny.
Then peace can sprout
One day - beautiful
And sunny.
Please, grant us peace, The Victory Giver!
I want childeren to smile forever!
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Oh, this cool green sea,
Misty images of the deep,
Whirlpools of your mind...
What do your eyes see?
Those lost memories they keep
And those, they just found...
When you are not bound,
Through your eyes happy tears seep.
Always blissful be!
Listen to this sound,
Smile my peacedove, never weep.
Flapping wings are free!
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Everything is Your creation,
Your beauty's reflection.
This I see is Your truth,
Lights of Heavens and Earth.
Giving You thanks beats my heart.
This is Your wonderful art!
You are expanding this Universe.
On everything You make us read a verse!
This is Your painting!
There is Your Name on everything!
My Allah... My Allah!
Except You there is no ilah!
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This remided me the flame of love,
waving, whirling in the winds of the pure heart.
Such a fire that no water can drown...
Because, by The Beloved, sweet winds are blown.
This reminded me the game of love,
flowering seeds, fruiting flowers, seeding fruits... what a blessed art!
What a love around which everything turns!
What a love that cooks the raw and then it burns!
Oh... What a blessed art...
Waving, whirling in the winds of the pure heart.