The azan is beautifully calling the holy souls to come...
resignedly give those heart, those souls, those breath only to The Mighty...
deeply drawn within the Ayahs that amazingly recited...
tears of consciousness fall down...
captures the sins....
a beauty of One's love revived...erases the fear, fills the emptyness...
Inside The Tarawih, I see You
by Yunanti Ratnawati
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Sunday, July 08, 2012
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond
-Rumi
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond
-Rumi
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