Comments on: Loving Quietly

By: zaenal~arifin

zaenal~arifin — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 11:41:44 +0000

Tawhid..tawhid..the unifier of all things is tawhid..~

thank u mr.Karchmar..

By: Shakil

Shakil — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:06:32 +0000

Thanks Irving.I’m always with you brother.

By: Nugroho

Nugroho — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:21:31 +0000

Love in this world is presented so that we can learn the true love.

By: Irving

Irving — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 16:40:02 +0000

Thank you Shakil and Safa for your wisdom and understanding; they are a welcome addition to the post :)

And to sweet and lovely Lara, you do love quietly every day. Ask Quinn, ask Rossa, ask your mother (who taught it to you), ask anyone who knows you. Part of loving quietly is that we never think we do enough of it, or are deficient in it, or not consistent in it. That’s human nature. Love is God’s nature in us, so it is a good mix :)

Love and Ya Haqq!

By: Lara

Lara — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:38:59 +0000

If only we could all love quietly as you describe!

By: safa

safa — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:21:17 +0000

Onto Thee, O Beloved, do i yearn to turn all my love, so as nothing remains of me but Thee and Thee alone i seek till it come through…

By: shakil

shakil — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 04:22:58 +0000

A seeker went to ask a sage for guidance on the Sufi way.

The sage counseled,

“if you have never trodden the path of love, go away and fall in love; then come back and see us.”

By: shakil

shakil — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:29:36 +0000

If you are seeking closeness to the Beloved,
love everyone.
Whether in their presence or absence,
see only their good.
If you want to be as clear and refreshing as
the breath of the morning breeze,
like the sun, have nothing but warmth and light
for everyone.

Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir – ‘Nobody, Son of Nobody’ – Vraje Abramian

By: shakil

shakil — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:27:57 +0000

O Lord,
Whatever share of this world
You could give to me,
Give it to Your enemies;
Whatever share of the next world
You want to give to me,
Give it to Your friends.
You are enough for me.

O Lord,
If I worship You
From fear of Hell, burn me in Hell.

O Lord,
If I worship You
From hope of Paradise, bar me from its gates.

But if I worship You for Yourself alone
Then grace me forever the splendor of Your Face.

Rabi´a al-Adawiyya, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut – ‘Perfume of the Desert’

By: shakil

shakil — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:25:28 +0000

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

Rabia al-Adawiyya