My heart has
become capable of every form:
It is a pasture for gazelles and a cloister
for Christian monks, a temple for idols and
the pilgrim’s Ka’ba, and the tables of
the torah and the book of
the Qur’an.
I follow
the religion of love:
whatever way love’s camels take,
that is my religion and
my faith.
I tell those around me
that if you turn away from the core,
your soul, you will fall into an unliving stupor.
The great crocodile comes and crushes your ship.
Eyes go one way, ears another; your intelligence
skews beyond reason. This disaster
can visit anyone.
When your ability
to choose comes back, your identity
will strengthen; ear and eye will realign;
and you can again be a friend,
a lover, a devotee.
The heart is the only reality.
The mind is only a transient phase.
To remain as one’s Self is to
enter the heart.
The ideal of a mystic
is never to think of disagreeable things.
What one does not want to happen one should not
think about. A mystic erases from his mind all the disagreeable
things of the past. He collects and keeps his happy experiences, and
out of them, he makes a paradise. Are there not many unhappy
people who keep part of the past before them, causing
them pain in their heart? Past is past; it is gone.
There is eternity before us.
the nature and work of a mystic
Real friendship among brothers and sisters on the Sufi path includes the following eight responsibilities:
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