It is not on the `master' that the secret depends,
but on the one who focuses the eye,
the `master' can but provide a vector already in flight,
a carrier, if you will,
and of course, you will need to be wearing your special spectacles,
and in any event, the `master' will be there before you,
all he can do for you is open the door.

Ibrahim.

Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone

Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long ago,
and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women to
write true to our male hearts:

http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her photo
is missin)

Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
from a larger set of codewords.

The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem collection)
where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in particular
black women.

Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form e.g.
Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...

So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart

When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
full lips.

However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central Asian
Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
tresses   true to the image of chinese women.

There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair. The
idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last gate
to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the poem
does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.

Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one that
brought us here knows probably how to get us back.

Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry


-DARA

Ok Ibrahim another one:

http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_the_blade.html

The original poem
Iridescence of her skin
Scintillating finest sharpest blade
Against the whetstone of sorrows
Sharpened by the Divine Master
Mighty Master of all sabers
Sable saber of beneficence
Sable saber of complaisance
Sable saber of resplendence
Slashes away at my mortal ambiguities
Into never healing lesions of eternal clarity


What I wanted to say:
The many Divine Rays of Nur (Light) has come to me
The rays that are reflecting off a brandished blade that is cutting
my Nafs down
And this blade was sharpened against my heart
And it was fashioned by Allah
The master of all Divine Attributes e.g. beneficence, complaisance...
And this blade made from Nur is killing my Nafs i.e. getting rid of
my abiguities
Into absolute clarity, now I know whow I really loved all along and
possibly who I really am

Now the unequiped eye reads the poem thinking it is about a near
death miserable African woman of no consequence to anyone, but the
Sufi eyes read something else: That Nur reflected off of her skin

-DARA



--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long ago,
> and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women
to
> write true to our male hearts:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her
photo
> is missin)
>
> Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
> from a larger set of codewords.
>
> The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem collection)
> where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
> human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
particular
> black women.
>
> Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
e.g.
> Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>
> So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
> find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
>
> When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
> full lips.
>
> However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central
Asian
> Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
>
> There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair.
The
> idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
gate
> to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
poem
> does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
>
> Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
that
> brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
>
> Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
>
>
> -DARA
>

Dara, everyone.

For some thirty five years my late wife and I had a very, very dear
friend, a beautiful man who devoted his entire working life to the
nursing profession becoming finally a Nursing Manager, his chosen
field of work was with the dying, aged people mostly. He was a
practicing Christian. When my wife was dying he would call to see
her almost daily bringing her little gifts, and he would sing to her
at her bedside, he would wash her face, head and hands with cool
water, all the while talking and singing to her, he would always
refer to her as "my best girl" I often wondered if she could hear
him. He would also helped to care for her ablutions when she became
very, very ill, A few months ago Alan died, he just wasted away to
nothing. Alan was gay, he died of aids.

Ibrahim.


--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
ago,
> and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women
to
> write true to our male hearts:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her
photo
> is missin)
>
> Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
> from a larger set of codewords.
>
> The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
collection)
> where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
> human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
particular
> black women.
>
> Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
e.g.
> Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>
> So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
> find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
>
> When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
> full lips.
>
> However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central
Asian
> Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
>
> There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair.
The
> idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
gate
> to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
poem
> does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
>
> Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
that
> brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
>
> Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
>
>
> -DARA
>

Allah was with Alan, may he rest in peace, when he visited your love. That is
the promise of Allah to his last messenger.

Remember Insan Kamil or the Perfected Pupil, does not see the Aids or the horror
of the coma and so on, the no-longer-man who is that Pupil sees something
beautiful midst all the suffering:

Rolling tears betwixt the dust and blood was my seeing
Martyrs of your enchanted eyes, copious came to mind     --Khojandi

Sheikh Kamal Khojandi saw his wife killed and mutilated by the Mongols, he saw
his family raped and burnt alive, but he never once, in his many thousands of
poems, wrote about the attrocities or the hate for the Asians. Actually he went
to China and taught them Sufism and Farsi poetry. He never wrote that he was
tortured and castrated.

Stuff we read in our fancy books in US about Sufism, was the matter of life for
the Sufis of that time.

--DARA

  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: 4 my life Ibrahim
From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
Date: Sat, July 01, 2006 8:00 pm
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com



Dara, everyone.

For some thirty five years my late wife and I had a very, very dear
friend, a beautiful man who devoted his entire working life to the
nursing profession becoming finally a Nursing Manager, his chosen
field of work was with the dying, aged people mostly. He was a
practicing Christian. When my wife was dying he would call to see
her almost daily bringing her little gifts, and he would sing to her
at her bedside, he would wash her face, head and hands with cool
water, all the while talking and singing to her, he would always
refer to her as "my best girl" I often wondered if she could hear
him. He would also helped to care for her ablutions when she became
very, very ill, A few months ago Alan died, he just wasted away to
nothing. Alan was gay, he died of aids.

Ibrahim.

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
ago,
> and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women
to
> write true to our male hearts:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html (sorry her
photo
> is missin)
>
> Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
> from a larger set of codewords.
>
> The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
collection)
> where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
> human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
particular
> black women.
>
> Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
e.g.
> Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>
> So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
> find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
>
> When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
> full lips.
>
> However you do it, it has to be real, like you read in Central
Asian
> Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> tresses true to the image of chinese women.
>
> There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair.
The
> idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
gate
> to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
poem
> does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
>
> Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
that
> brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
>
> Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
>
>
> -DARA
>

Dara,

. . . offended! how could you think that, anyway I understand well
what you mean.
Some of your pictures, dear Dara, they strike so deeply into the
heart it hurts, truly.

Just a thought, your recent untired with loving post, would you
allow me to reply to it from the way that I percieve it, in a
different way than you, but with exactly the same outcome.

I b rahim!


--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
ago,
> and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women
to
> write true to our male hearts:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her
photo
> is missin)
>
> Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
> from a larger set of codewords.
>
> The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
collection)
> where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
> human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
particular
> black women.
>
> Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
e.g.
> Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>
> So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
> find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
>
> When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
> full lips.
>
> However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central
Asian
> Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
>
> There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair.
The
> idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
gate
> to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
poem
> does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
>
> Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
that
> brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
>
> Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
>
>
> -DARA
>

u need no permission

--DARA


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: 4 my life Ibrahim
From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
Date: Sat, July 01, 2006 8:11 pm
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com






Dara,

. . . offended! how could you think that, anyway I understand well
what you mean.
Some of your pictures, dear Dara, they strike so deeply into the
heart it hurts, truly.

Just a thought, your recent untired with loving post, would you
allow me to reply to it from the way that I percieve it, in a
different way than you, but with exactly the same outcome.

I b rahim!

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
ago,
> and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women
to
> write true to our male hearts:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html (sorry her
photo
> is missin)
>
> Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
> from a larger set of codewords.
>
> The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
collection)
> where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
> human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
particular
> black women.
>
> Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
e.g.
> Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>
> So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
> find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
>
> When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
> full lips.
>
> However you do it, it has to be real, like you read in Central
Asian
> Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> tresses true to the image of chinese women.
>
> There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair.
The
> idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
gate
> to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
poem
> does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
>
> Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
that
> brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
>
> Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
>
>
> -DARA
>

Look no further on the bite,
it is the bite of earthly love,
which with the day of the return
forfeits its pound of restitution
for all the wasted days
which rest upon the superficial skin
of scarlet persuasion.
Look to the rose
it comes together with the thorn
that acts in light, a flash, as of a lightening bolt
and hits the mark . . . you're dead.
But do not stop at this.it is the start,
a sometimes painful, lonely journey to the lord,
who owns the power
All is not lost in death, the rose will bloom anew,
with other thorns,
but why, why is the stone so black
it's twains apart, and why the rush
to touch, when She is waiting for you there, to enter,
the hidden chamber of your own heart.

I have a horse,
a black stallion, Arabian descent,
once
with to much ginger root,
(too much. . . how could that ever be
with all this aching in his bones,)
he ran the race so hard he fell,
down on his folded knees, and died,
surprisingly, he rose again
from dead
and did not stop at this
but reached the winner's post,
despite the blue and black eyed fillys,
and the distractions on the way.

Ibrahim.


--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Ok Ibrahim another one:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_the_blade.html
>
> The original poem
> Iridescence of her skin
> Scintillating finest sharpest blade
> Against the whetstone of sorrows
> Sharpened by the Divine Master
> Mighty Master of all sabers
> Sable saber of beneficence
> Sable saber of complaisance
> Sable saber of resplendence
> Slashes away at my mortal ambiguities
> Into never healing lesions of eternal clarity
>
>
> What I wanted to say:
> The many Divine Rays of Nur (Light) has come to me
> The rays that are reflecting off a brandished blade that is
cutting
> my Nafs down
> And this blade was sharpened against my heart
> And it was fashioned by Allah
> The master of all Divine Attributes e.g. beneficence,
complaisance...
> And this blade made from Nur is killing my Nafs i.e. getting rid
of
> my abiguities
> Into absolute clarity, now I know whow I really loved all along
and
> possibly who I really am
>
> Now the unequiped eye reads the poem thinking it is about a near
> death miserable African woman of no consequence to anyone, but the
> Sufi eyes read something else: That Nur reflected off of her skin
>
> -DARA
>
>
>
> --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@> wrote:
> >
> > Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
> >
> > Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
ago,
> > and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of
women
> to
> > write true to our male hearts:
> >
> > http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her
> photo
> > is missin)
> >
> > Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It
comes
> > from a larger set of codewords.
> >
> > The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
collection)
> > where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some
involved
> > human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
> particular
> > black women.
> >
> > Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
> e.g.
> > Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
> >
> > So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret,
to
> > find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
> >
> > When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear
her
> > full lips.
> >
> > However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central
> Asian
> > Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> > tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
> >
> > There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond
hair.
> The
> > idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
> gate
> > to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
> poem
> > does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
> >
> > Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> > Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
> that
> > brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
> >
> > Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
> >
> >
> > -DARA
> >
>

Salaam,
  Dear Ibrahim,
  I'm sorry for the lost of this dear person you speak of Allen
  what a blessing to you and your wife and I'm sure so many others.
  In life there is death it is in living we find death and a way to go home
  Through our Love our hands never drop never let go of this illuminated rope
  The rope to Allah.
  Just your sharing this glimpse of Allen brings a sense of hope.
  Yet this sadness comes to know that he has left though you know he is not
alone.
  May his passing be peaceful and may those he loves feel him always.

  Thank you
  for this

  I hope this time of refection will sooth you and comfort will come.

  Love,
  Stephanie

one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2@...> wrote:                                 
Dara, everyone.

  For some thirty five years my late wife and I had a very, very dear
  friend, a beautiful man who devoted his entire working life to the
  nursing profession becoming finally a Nursing Manager, his chosen
  field of work was with the dying, aged people mostly. He was a
  practicing Christian. When my wife was dying he would call to see
  her almost daily bringing her little gifts, and he would sing to her
  at her bedside, he would wash her face, head and hands with cool
  water, all the while talking and singing to her, he would always
  refer to her as "my best girl" I often wondered if she could hear
  him. He would also helped to care for her ablutions when she became
  very, very ill, A few months ago Alan died, he just wasted away to
  nothing. Alan was gay, he died of aids.

  Ibrahim.

  --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
  >
  > Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
  >
  > Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
  ago,
  > and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of women
  to
  > write true to our male hearts:
  >
  > http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her
  photo
  > is missin)
  >
  > Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It comes
  > from a larger set of codewords.
  >
  > The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
  collection)
  > where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some involved
  > human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
  particular
  > black women.
  >
  > Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
  e.g.
  > Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
  >
  > So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret, to
  > find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
  >
  > When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear her
  > full lips.
  >
  > However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central
  Asian
  > Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
  > tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
  >
  > There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond hair.
  The
  > idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
  gate
  > to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
  poem
  > does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
  >
  > Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
  > Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
  that
  > brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
  >
  > Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
  >
  >
  > -DARA
  >






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Dear Ibrahim,
   Because I work in that healthcare setting, I can
truly appreciate the good fortune of having someone
like Allen responsive in the care and compassion of
your loving wife. Sorry for your loss. My salaams.
Aisha

--- stephanie Raugust <singfhorn@...> wrote:

> Salaam,
>  Dear Ibrahim,
>  I'm sorry for the lost of this dear person you
> speak of Allen
>  what a blessing to you and your wife and I'm sure
> so many others.
>  In life there is death it is in living we find
> death and a way to go home
>  Through our Love our hands never drop never let go
> of this illuminated rope
>  The rope to Allah.
>  Just your sharing this glimpse of Allen brings a
> sense of hope.
>  Yet this sadness comes to know that he has left
> though you know he is not alone.
>  May his passing be peaceful and may those he loves
> feel him always.
>
>  Thank you
>  for this
>
>  I hope this time of refection will sooth you and
> comfort will come.
>
>  Love,
>  Stephanie
>
> one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2@...> wrote:
>                        Dara, everyone.
>
>  For some thirty five years my late wife and I had a
> very, very dear
>  friend, a beautiful man who devoted his entire
> working life to the
>  nursing profession becoming finally a Nursing
> Manager, his chosen
>  field of work was with the dying, aged people
> mostly. He was a
>  practicing Christian. When my wife was dying he
> would call to see
>  her almost daily bringing her little gifts, and he
> would sing to her
>  at her bedside, he would wash her face, head and
> hands with cool
>  water, all the while talking and singing to her, he
> would always
>  refer to her as "my best girl" I often wondered if
> she could hear
>  him. He would also helped to care for her ablutions
> when she became
>  very, very ill, A few months ago Alan died, he just
> wasted away to
>  nothing. Alan was gay, he died of aids.
>
>  Ibrahim.
>
>  --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda"
> <dara@...> wrote:
>  >
>  > Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>  >
>  > Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies
> from so long
>  ago,
>  > and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the
> attributes of women
>  to
>  > write true to our male hearts:
>  >
>  >
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html
> (sorry her
>  photo
>  > is missin)
>  >
>  > Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little
> legend. It comes
>  > from a larger set of codewords.
>  >
>  > The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan
> (poem
>  collection)
>  > where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code
> words, some involved
>  > human attributes. I took that and adapted it for
> women, in
>  particular
>  > black women.
>  >
>  > Now for the most part the practice is true to its
> original form
>  e.g.
>  > Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>  >
>  > So the technic goes like this, when I want to
> uncover a secret, to
>  > find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains
> apart
>  >
>  > When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I
> write: I wear her
>  > full lips.
>  >
>  > However you do it, it has  to be real, like you
> read in Central
>  Asian
>  > Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison
> amongst the sable
>  > tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
>  >
>  > There is no stopping to do the same with blue
> eyes or blond hair.
>  The
>  > idea, is to see the woman as the first and
> potentially the last
>  gate
>  > to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to
> make sure the
>  poem
>  > does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes
> and blond hair.
>  >
>  > Now why women? Because we want to go back to
> Allah our Divine
>  > Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to
> hope that the one
>  that
>  > brought us here knows probably how to get us
> back.
>  >
>  > Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here
> I am so sorry
>  >
>  >
>  > -DARA
>  >
>
>
>
>
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Stephanie,
there is a song by leonard Cohen, I'm sure you will see the
relevance I make to Pauline, Alan and myself. I have printed some of
the words.


. . . she died without a whisper.

there were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but still I must go on;
my frontiers are my prison walls.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through their graves the wind is blowing,
but freedom soon will come;
then they'll come, come from the shadows. . .

Ibrahim.





--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, stephanie Raugust
<singfhorn@...> wrote:
>
> Salaam,
>  Dear Ibrahim,
>  I'm sorry for the lost of this dear person you speak of Allen
>  what a blessing to you and your wife and I'm sure so many others.
>  In life there is death it is in living we find death and a way to
go home
>  Through our Love our hands never drop never let go of this
illuminated rope
>  The rope to Allah.
>  Just your sharing this glimpse of Allen brings a sense of hope.
>  Yet this sadness comes to know that he has left though you know
he is not alone.
>  May his passing be peaceful and may those he loves feel him
always.
>
>  Thank you
>  for this
>
>  I hope this time of refection will sooth you and comfort will
come.
>
>  Love,
>  Stephanie
>
> one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2@...>
wrote:                                  Dara, everyone.
>
>  For some thirty five years my late wife and I had a very, very
dear
>  friend, a beautiful man who devoted his entire working life to
the
>  nursing profession becoming finally a Nursing Manager, his chosen
>  field of work was with the dying, aged people mostly. He was a
>  practicing Christian. When my wife was dying he would call to see
>  her almost daily bringing her little gifts, and he would sing to
her
>  at her bedside, he would wash her face, head and hands with cool
>  water, all the while talking and singing to her, he would always
>  refer to her as "my best girl" I often wondered if she could hear
>  him. He would also helped to care for her ablutions when she
became
>  very, very ill, A few months ago Alan died, he just wasted away
to
>  nothing. Alan was gay, he died of aids.
>
>  Ibrahim.
>
>  --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@> wrote:
>  >
>  > Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>  >
>  > Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
>  ago,
>  > and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of
women
>  to
>  > write true to our male hearts:
>  >
>  > http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html   (sorry her
>  photo
>  > is missin)
>  >
>  > Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It
comes
>  > from a larger set of codewords.
>  >
>  > The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
>  collection)
>  > where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some
involved
>  > human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
>  particular
>  > black women.
>  >
>  > Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
>  e.g.
>  > Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
>  >
>  > So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret,
to
>  > find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
>  >
>  > When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear
her
>  > full lips.
>  >
>  > However you do it, it has  to be real, like you read in Central
>  Asian
>  > Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
>  > tresses   true to the image of chinese women.
>  >
>  > There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond
hair.
>  The
>  > idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
>  gate
>  > to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
>  poem
>  > does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
>  >
>  > Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
>  > Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
>  that
>  > brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
>  >
>  > Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
>  >
>  >
>  > -DARA
>  >
>
>
>
>
>
>
> ---------------------------------
> Do you Yahoo!?
>  Next-gen email? Have it all with the  all-new Yahoo! Mail Beta.
>
> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
>

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> However, we need to develop a language how to talk about them.
>

Salaam Dara and all,

I'd say, going by the appearance of your posts, that you have a pretty
good start already.

Con su permisio, please allow me to introduce myself.  I am a new
salik (f.-- please, is there a female form for 'salik' = new seeker??)
from the geographic heart of this fertile, tumultuous, resplendent
USA.  I have been a Muslimah for just over 4 years now, and I have
clipped and collected fragments of knowledge from a wide variety of
branches.

However, if I may be so bold, this message group has found a way to
pour molten light into the center of a lightless vessel in a way I
have not found elsewhere.  This method of carefully guided dialogue
and sharing over the world is both blessed and profound, a small,
sweet gift in compensation for what technology has stripped from the
world.

Thank you all,

Paula Marie


P.S. Dara- I have very much enjoyed your tafsir of Al-Iklas.  I
printed it out in order to be able to read more carefully and
thoughtfully.  Staring at a computer monitor for too long numbs my brain.



> If we understand how to be cognizant of our women, they are bridges
back towards Allah.
>
> They are not biological instruments, indeed they are indispensible
(sp) spiritual gateway.
>
> However, we need to develop a language how to talk about them.
>
> --DARA
>
>
>  -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> From: "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@...>
> Date: Thu, June 29, 2006 1:28 pm
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Dara,
>
> You are most kind and thoughtful and I always appreciate what you
> say, of course you are right, I try to understand your writings to
> the best of my ability, and you have taught me much in so short a
> time, again, Thanx,
> but all praise is due to Allah.
>
> Ibrahim.
>
> p.s. Khojandi. . . OK.
>
> --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@ wrote:
> >
> > Salaam Ibrahim
> >
> > Thank you for reading.
> >
> > If you want to write poetry that involves imagery of women, you
> may look at the imagery of Khojandi and how he used them to help us
> feel the Divine Presence, the western style of female imagery is
> mostly erotic and I hope you forgive me for saying that.
> >
> > ==DARA
> >
> >
> > -------- Original Message --------
> > Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> > From: "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > Date: Thu, June 29, 2006 6:08 am
> > To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > There is a day in your life, and you know that day well, when from
> > that moment on all things are altered, scents don't smell the
> same,
> > foods don't taste the same and yes love feels not the same. That
> > very day Kamaal faced, probably when he eye witnessed atrocities
> by
> > Mongols against his beloved wife and family.
> > Peculiar is that day which within it's moments a glittering jewel
> > from the beauty of the Beloved is unearthed in front of your eyes
> > and only your eyes. A custom made piece of jewelry crafted from
> the
> > splendor of Creator's beauty and mounted upon the ring of a unique
> > moment of your life unequaled by any other moment ever.
> > This jewel that is given to you from the Beloved. Shall change
> your
> > life in one most important and singular aspect: You fall in love
> > with Beloved when the pain of the moment can crush all mountains
> on
> > this earth but you stand alone between the pain and beauty,
> > uncrushed but in love.
> > For such moment, Kamaal says, "After this day" to render the irony
> > of the moment when Creator has decreed pain for you, but your
> heart
> > falls in love with Beloved and you understand nothing of this
> event!
> > Except your eyes filled with boiling tears.
> > And how can a lover hide from the Beloved, once fallen in love has
> > no choice now but to track the Beloved's favor to love It more and
> > more…
> >
> > FRAGRANCE OF LIFE
> >
> >
> > Some evening when moon was my talking
> > The beauty of your face, celestial came to mind
> >
> > Deep in darkness of night was my setting
> > Curls of your hair, sable came to mind
> >
> > Rolling tears betwixt the dust and blood was my seeing
> > Martyrs of your enchanted eyes, copious came to mind
> >
> > Someday a sage "younglings of Paradise" was his saying
> > Residents of your hearth, eternal came to mind
> >
> > Turning the pages, Divan of Kamaal blossoms
> > Fragrance of life emanates…
> > Your scent, redolent came to mind .
> >
> > Untired with Loving. (Dara) on Kammal.
> >
> > Ibrahim.
> >
> >
> > --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > wrote:
> > >
> > > FILLED WITH PROMISES AND LOVE
> > >
> > > I still at times remember
> > > her black curls,
> > > she lay a time ago
> > > great with our hidden child,
> > > she, pregnant as the air around her bed and filled
> > > with promises,
> > > and love,
> > > her sheets, her nightgown white and counterpane,
> > > and framed upon her pillow
> > > all I see is
> > > her face, surrounded by
> > > her ruffled jet black curls,
> > > so long ago
> > > it seemed another life
> > > in which I met girl,
> > > became my wife,
> > > became a mother to our infant child,
> > > become a memr'y now
> > > as though,
> > > so long ago
> > > I dreamed, a lovely dream.
> > >
> > > She left me with a legacy profound,
> > > a gift of wholesome universal love,
> > > for when the dream had ended
> > > and the pain,
> > > her passing proved to me to be great gain
> > > for then I found a love more lasting
> > > and more real
> > > in which the dream, the pain, the suffering
> > > were found to be
> > > unreal.
> > >
> > > Ibrahim.
> > >
> >
>

Salaam Paula Marie

Pleasure to hear from you, I believe you are rightly called Salikah, as a female
Salik.

I appreciate your kind words for the group, we focus here on learning and
improving ourselves. Our group is not moderated and yet it is quite proper and
follows the necessary Adab (Ettiqute) (sp?)

You may have a little glance at Nasaf's definition for Salik and Suluk (The
Voyage):
http://www.untiredwithloving.org/nasafi_2_3_1.html

Let me know if I can be of any help.

--DARA


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
From: "kosmikkua" <kosmikkua@...>
Date: Sun, July 02, 2006 2:35 pm
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com


--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> However, we need to develop a language how to talk about them.
>

Salaam Dara and all,

I'd say, going by the appearance of your posts, that you have a pretty
good start already.

Con su permisio, please allow me to introduce myself. I am a new
salik (f.-- please, is there a female form for 'salik' = new seeker??)
from the geographic heart of this fertile, tumultuous, resplendent
USA. I have been a Muslimah for just over 4 years now, and I have
clipped and collected fragments of knowledge from a wide variety of
branches.

However, if I may be so bold, this message group has found a way to
pour molten light into the center of a lightless vessel in a way I
have not found elsewhere. This method of carefully guided dialogue
and sharing over the world is both blessed and profound, a small,
sweet gift in compensation for what technology has stripped from the
world.

Thank you all,

Paula Marie

P.S. Dara- I have very much enjoyed your tafsir of Al-Iklas. I
printed it out in order to be able to read more carefully and
thoughtfully. Staring at a computer monitor for too long numbs my brain.

> If we understand how to be cognizant of our women, they are bridges
back towards Allah.
>
> They are not biological instruments, indeed they are indispensible
(sp) spiritual gateway.
>
> However, we need to develop a language how to talk about them.
>
> --DARA
>
>
> -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> From: "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@...>
> Date: Thu, June 29, 2006 1:28 pm
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Dara,
>
> You are most kind and thoughtful and I always appreciate what you
> say, of course you are right, I try to understand your writings to
> the best of my ability, and you have taught me much in so short a
> time, again, Thanx,
> but all praise is due to Allah.
>
> Ibrahim.
>
> p.s. Khojandi. . . OK.
>
> --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@ wrote:
> >
> > Salaam Ibrahim
> >
> > Thank you for reading.
> >
> > If you want to write poetry that involves imagery of women, you
> may look at the imagery of Khojandi and how he used them to help us
> feel the Divine Presence, the western style of female imagery is
> mostly erotic and I hope you forgive me for saying that.
> >
> > ==DARA
> >
> >
> > -------- Original Message --------
> > Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> > From: "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > Date: Thu, June 29, 2006 6:08 am
> > To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > There is a day in your life, and you know that day well, when from
> > that moment on all things are altered, scents don't smell the
> same,
> > foods don't taste the same and yes love feels not the same. That
> > very day Kamaal faced, probably when he eye witnessed atrocities
> by
> > Mongols against his beloved wife and family.
> > Peculiar is that day which within it's moments a glittering jewel
> > from the beauty of the Beloved is unearthed in front of your eyes
> > and only your eyes. A custom made piece of jewelry crafted from
> the
> > splendor of Creator's beauty and mounted upon the ring of a unique
> > moment of your life unequaled by any other moment ever.
> > This jewel that is given to you from the Beloved. Shall change
> your
> > life in one most important and singular aspect: You fall in love
> > with Beloved when the pain of the moment can crush all mountains
> on
> > this earth but you stand alone between the pain and beauty,
> > uncrushed but in love.
> > For such moment, Kamaal says, "After this day" to render the irony
> > of the moment when Creator has decreed pain for you, but your
> heart
> > falls in love with Beloved and you understand nothing of this
> event!
> > Except your eyes filled with boiling tears.
> > And how can a lover hide from the Beloved, once fallen in love has
> > no choice now but to track the Beloved's favor to love It more and
> > more…
> >
> > FRAGRANCE OF LIFE
> >
> >
> > Some evening when moon was my talking
> > The beauty of your face, celestial came to mind
> >
> > Deep in darkness of night was my setting
> > Curls of your hair, sable came to mind
> >
> > Rolling tears betwixt the dust and blood was my seeing
> > Martyrs of your enchanted eyes, copious came to mind
> >
> > Someday a sage "younglings of Paradise" was his saying
> > Residents of your hearth, eternal came to mind
> >
> > Turning the pages, Divan of Kamaal blossoms
> > Fragrance of life emanates…
> > Your scent, redolent came to mind .
> >
> > Untired with Loving. (Dara) on Kammal.
> >
> > Ibrahim.
> >
> >
> > --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > wrote:
> > >
> > > FILLED WITH PROMISES AND LOVE
> > >
> > > I still at times remember
> > > her black curls,
> > > she lay a time ago
> > > great with our hidden child,
> > > she, pregnant as the air around her bed and filled
> > > with promises,
> > > and love,
> > > her sheets, her nightgown white and counterpane,
> > > and framed upon her pillow
> > > all I see is
> > > her face, surrounded by
> > > her ruffled jet black curls,
> > > so long ago
> > > it seemed another life
> > > in which I met girl,
> > > became my wife,
> > > became a mother to our infant child,
> > > become a memr'y now
> > > as though,
> > > so long ago
> > > I dreamed, a lovely dream.
> > >
> > > She left me with a legacy profound,
> > > a gift of wholesome universal love,
> > > for when the dream had ended
> > > and the pain,
> > > her passing proved to me to be great gain
> > > for then I found a love more lasting
> > > and more real
> > > in which the dream, the pain, the suffering
> > > were found to be
> > > unreal.
> > >
> > > Ibrahim.
> > >
> >
>

Great and thank you

-DARA


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: 4 my life Ibrahim
From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
Date: Sun, July 02, 2006 6:52 am
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com







Look no further on the bite,
it is the bite of earthly love,
which with the day of the return
forfeits its pound of restitution
for all the wasted days
which rest upon the superficial skin
of scarlet persuasion.
Look to the rose
it comes together with the thorn
that acts in light, a flash, as of a lightening bolt
and hits the mark . . . you're dead.
But do not stop at this.it is the start,
a sometimes painful, lonely journey to the lord,
who owns the power
All is not lost in death, the rose will bloom anew,
with other thorns,
but why, why is the stone so black
it's twains apart, and why the rush
to touch, when She is waiting for you there, to enter,
the hidden chamber of your own heart.

I have a horse,
a black stallion, Arabian descent,
once
with to much ginger root,
(too much. . . how could that ever be
with all this aching in his bones,)
he ran the race so hard he fell,
down on his folded knees, and died,
surprisingly, he rose again
from dead
and did not stop at this
but reached the winner's post,
despite the blue and black eyed fillys,
and the distractions on the way.

Ibrahim.

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@...> wrote:
>
> Ok Ibrahim another one:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_the_blade.html
>
> The original poem
> Iridescence of her skin
> Scintillating finest sharpest blade
> Against the whetstone of sorrows
> Sharpened by the Divine Master
> Mighty Master of all sabers
> Sable saber of beneficence
> Sable saber of complaisance
> Sable saber of resplendence
> Slashes away at my mortal ambiguities
> Into never healing lesions of eternal clarity
>
>
> What I wanted to say:
> The many Divine Rays of Nur (Light) has come to me
> The rays that are reflecting off a brandished blade that is
cutting
> my Nafs down
> And this blade was sharpened against my heart
> And it was fashioned by Allah
> The master of all Divine Attributes e.g. beneficence,
complaisance...
> And this blade made from Nur is killing my Nafs i.e. getting rid
of
> my abiguities
> Into absolute clarity, now I know whow I really loved all along
and
> possibly who I really am
>
> Now the unequiped eye reads the poem thinking it is about a near
> death miserable African woman of no consequence to anyone, but the
> Sufi eyes read something else: That Nur reflected off of her skin
>
> -DARA
>
>
>
> --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Dara Shayda" <dara@> wrote:
> >
> > Salaam Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
> >
> > Ibrahim, I share with you some Sufi methodologies from so long
ago,
> > and yet so modern and fresh, on how to use the attributes of
women
> to
> > write true to our male hearts:
> >
> > http://www.untiredwithloving.org/ruba_serpent.html (sorry her
> photo
> > is missin)
> >
> > Look at the bottom of the page, there is a little legend. It
comes
> > from a larger set of codewords.
> >
> > The idea comes from the back of the Araqi's Divan (poem
collection)
> > where he wrote this amazing set of Sufi code words, some
involved
> > human attributes. I took that and adapted it for women, in
> particular
> > black women.
> >
> > Now for the most part the practice is true to its original form
> e.g.
> > Khojandi, Hafez, Bafqi and Baba Tahir...
> >
> > So the technic goes like this, when I want to uncover a secret,
to
> > find the truth, I write: when I pulled her twains apart
> >
> > When I want to verse: I am telling the truth, I write: I wear
her
> > full lips.
> >
> > However you do it, it has to be real, like you read in Central
> Asian
> > Sufi poetry: Musk perfumed locks, my prison amongst the sable
> > tresses true to the image of chinese women.
> >
> > There is no stopping to do the same with blue eyes or blond
hair.
> The
> > idea, is to see the woman as the first and potentially the last
> gate
> > to the other word, to our Beloved, and we have to make sure the
> poem
> > does not confuse her with a male with blue eyes and blond hair.
> >
> > Now why women? Because we want to go back to Allah our Divine
> > Beloved, what can we do in this prison but to hope that the one
> that
> > brought us here knows probably how to get us back.
> >
> > Now if I offended you or any of the sisters here I am so sorry
> >
> >
> > -DARA
> >
>

Who is it locks your lover out,
your self.
who is it holds the key,
who is it says it's you, it's me,
it's he, it's she,
who is there to turn the key,
your self.
The veil it may be wafer thin
barely hiding that within,
or stout,
thick skinned, and filled with doubt,
what kind of barrier is this
that screens the gloss of glamour
upon your loved one's kiss,
be careful, that you don't dismiss
the forest for the trees.

Ibrahim.

Paula Marie,

I would also like to bid you, welcome, welcome, welcome.

Ibrahim.

I wonder,
once upon a time, did I know,
it may be so,
but now, I know I do not know,
which leaves me wondering,
will I ever know?
There, yes over there the knowing scholar,
head buried in his books,
and dressed in silken finery, as such, he is the Dean
of this and that, and holds the chair, philosophic reasoning
and thought,
I heard him say, "I'll teach you this, and that, if you will follow,
me with rapt attentive ears,
and then you'll also know the things
that I already know."
I wonder!













--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Paula Marie
>
> Pleasure to hear from you, I believe you are rightly called
Salikah, as a female Salik.
>
> I appreciate your kind words for the group, we focus here on
learning and improving ourselves. Our group is not moderated and yet
it is quite proper and follows the necessary Adab (Ettiqute) (sp?)
>
> You may have a little glance at Nasaf's definition for Salik and
Suluk (The Voyage):
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/nasafi_2_3_1.html
>
> Let me know if I can be of any help.
>
> --DARA
>
>
>  -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> From: "kosmikkua" <kosmikkua@...>
> Date: Sun, July 02, 2006 2:35 pm
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
> --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@ wrote:
> >
> > However, we need to develop a language how to talk about them.
> >
>
> Salaam Dara and all,
>
> I'd say, going by the appearance of your posts, that you have a
pretty
> good start already.
>
> Con su permisio, please allow me to introduce myself. I am a new
> salik (f.-- please, is there a female form for 'salik' = new
seeker??)
> from the geographic heart of this fertile, tumultuous, resplendent
> USA. I have been a Muslimah for just over 4 years now, and I have
> clipped and collected fragments of knowledge from a wide variety of
> branches.
>
> However, if I may be so bold, this message group has found a way to
> pour molten light into the center of a lightless vessel in a way I
> have not found elsewhere. This method of carefully guided dialogue
> and sharing over the world is both blessed and profound, a small,
> sweet gift in compensation for what technology has stripped from
the
> world.
>
> Thank you all,
>
> Paula Marie
>
> P.S. Dara- I have very much enjoyed your tafsir of Al-Iklas. I
> printed it out in order to be able to read more carefully and
> thoughtfully. Staring at a computer monitor for too long numbs my
brain.
>
> > If we understand how to be cognizant of our women, they are
bridges
> back towards Allah.
> >
> > They are not biological instruments, indeed they are
indispensible
> (sp) spiritual gateway.
> >
> > However, we need to develop a language how to talk about them.
> >
> > --DARA
> >
> >
> > -------- Original Message --------
> > Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> > From: "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > Date: Thu, June 29, 2006 1:28 pm
> > To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Dara,
> >
> > You are most kind and thoughtful and I always appreciate what
you
> > say, of course you are right, I try to understand your writings
to
> > the best of my ability, and you have taught me much in so short
a
> > time, again, Thanx,
> > but all praise is due to Allah.
> >
> > Ibrahim.
> >
> > p.s. Khojandi. . . OK.
> >
> > --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@ wrote:
> > >
> > > Salaam Ibrahim
> > >
> > > Thank you for reading.
> > >
> > > If you want to write poetry that involves imagery of women,
you
> > may look at the imagery of Khojandi and how he used them to help
us
> > feel the Divine Presence, the western style of female imagery is
> > mostly erotic and I hope you forgive me for saying that.
> > >
> > > ==DARA
> > >
> > >
> > > -------- Original Message --------
> > > Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: PROMISES AND LOVE
> > > From: "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > > Date: Thu, June 29, 2006 6:08 am
> > > To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > There is a day in your life, and you know that day well, when
from
> > > that moment on all things are altered, scents don't smell the
> > same,
> > > foods don't taste the same and yes love feels not the same.
That
> > > very day Kamaal faced, probably when he eye witnessed
atrocities
> > by
> > > Mongols against his beloved wife and family.
> > > Peculiar is that day which within it's moments a glittering
jewel
> > > from the beauty of the Beloved is unearthed in front of your
eyes
> > > and only your eyes. A custom made piece of jewelry crafted
from
> > the
> > > splendor of Creator's beauty and mounted upon the ring of a
unique
> > > moment of your life unequaled by any other moment ever.
> > > This jewel that is given to you from the Beloved. Shall change
> > your
> > > life in one most important and singular aspect: You fall in
love
> > > with Beloved when the pain of the moment can crush all
mountains
> > on
> > > this earth but you stand alone between the pain and beauty,
> > > uncrushed but in love.
> > > For such moment, Kamaal says, "After this day" to render the
irony
> > > of the moment when Creator has decreed pain for you, but your
> > heart
> > > falls in love with Beloved and you understand nothing of this
> > event!
> > > Except your eyes filled with boiling tears.
> > > And how can a lover hide from the Beloved, once fallen in love
has
> > > no choice now but to track the Beloved's favor to love It more
and
> > > more…
> > >
> > > FRAGRANCE OF LIFE
> > >
> > >
> > > Some evening when moon was my talking
> > > The beauty of your face, celestial came to mind
> > >
> > > Deep in darkness of night was my setting
> > > Curls of your hair, sable came to mind
> > >
> > > Rolling tears betwixt the dust and blood was my seeing
> > > Martyrs of your enchanted eyes, copious came to mind
> > >
> > > Someday a sage "younglings of Paradise" was his saying
> > > Residents of your hearth, eternal came to mind
> > >
> > > Turning the pages, Divan of Kamaal blossoms
> > > Fragrance of life emanates…
> > > Your scent, redolent came to mind .
> > >
> > > Untired with Loving. (Dara) on Kammal.
> > >
> > > Ibrahim.
> > >
> > >
> > > --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, "Ibrahim." <konyatogo@>
> > > wrote:
> > > >
> > > > FILLED WITH PROMISES AND LOVE
> > > >
> > > > I still at times remember
> > > > her black curls,
> > > > she lay a time ago
> > > > great with our hidden child,
> > > > she, pregnant as the air around her bed and filled
> > > > with promises,
> > > > and love,
> > > > her sheets, her nightgown white and counterpane,
> > > > and framed upon her pillow
> > > > all I see is
> > > > her face, surrounded by
> > > > her ruffled jet black curls,
> > > > so long ago
> > > > it seemed another life
> > > > in which I met girl,
> > > > became my wife,
> > > > became a mother to our infant child,
> > > > become a memr'y now
> > > > as though,
> > > > so long ago
> > > > I dreamed, a lovely dream.
> > > >
> > > > She left me with a legacy profound,
> > > > a gift of wholesome universal love,
> > > > for when the dream had ended
> > > > and the pain,
> > > > her passing proved to me to be great gain
> > > > for then I found a love more lasting
> > > > and more real
> > > > in which the dream, the pain, the suffering
> > > > were found to be
> > > > unreal.
> > > >
> > > > Ibrahim.
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

Salaam Ibrhim, very pretty.

May I add some Farsi Sufi traditional technics that may better the work?

Why dont you look at the structure of a GHAZAL:

asdfhksjdhfklsjdhflajksdhf
                   Standing Phrase  <--- only required for the first stanza
asdlfjsl;adkfjlskdjflksjdf
                   Standing Phrase

alsdjfl;skjdfl;ksjd;lfkjl;s
asdlkfjl;askdjflkjas;dlkjj
                   Standing Phrase

asldkfjl;skadjflasjkdf;kajsd
asdkfjal;sdjkfkjskdjfkjlj
                   Standing Phrase

...

Ibrahim: asdkjfl;asdjkf;jasd   <---- last stanzas you talk to your Self
asdlkfjal;skdjfl;ksjdfjsjdf
                   Standing Phrase

End.


Standing Phrase can be repeated phrase or some rhyme or sound that rhymes well.

Why the Sufis called themselves in the last stanzas? The idea is that Sufi is
not here to advice other, who the heck is he? So only advises his own person!
You should use your own name, and you may use it any place in the last stanzas
for any purpose.


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Your self, the locked box.
From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
Date: Mon, July 03, 2006 3:30 am
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com






Who is it locks your lover out,
your self.
who is it holds the key,
who is it says it's you, it's me,
it's he, it's she,
who is there to turn the key,
your self.
The veil it may be wafer thin
barely hiding that within,
or stout,
thick skinned, and filled with doubt,
what kind of barrier is this
that screens the gloss of glamour
upon your loved one's kiss,
be careful, that you don't dismiss
the forest for the trees.

Ibrahim.

In Your Name all is cleansed


Joseph asked:

Q: Why do we perform Wudhu (Ablution)?
A: To wash off the love of other than Hu!

Wudhu
http://www.untiredwithloving.org/wudu.html

After our resurrection we find precisely who we used loved here, and we
will be with them forever.

--DARA The Eyeless Lion

Ibrahim, he says he will, insha Allah till
he learns the lesson taught, and then
Masha Allah, Ibrahim has done
according to His will!

When you threw, you did not throw!

?



--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrhim, very pretty.
>
> May I add some Farsi Sufi traditional technics that may better the
work?
>
> Why dont you look at the structure of a GHAZAL:
>
> asdfhksjdhfklsjdhflajksdhf
>                   Standing Phrase  <--- only required for the
first stanza
> asdlfjsl;adkfjlskdjflksjdf
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> alsdjfl;skjdfl;ksjd;lfkjl;s
> asdlkfjl;askdjflkjas;dlkjj
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> asldkfjl;skadjflasjkdf;kajsd
> asdkfjal;sdjkfkjskdjfkjlj
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> ...
>
> Ibrahim: asdkjfl;asdjkf;jasd   <---- last stanzas you talk to your
Self
> asdlkfjal;skdjfl;ksjdfjsjdf
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> End.
>
>
> Standing Phrase can be repeated phrase or some rhyme or sound that
rhymes well.
>
> Why the Sufis called themselves in the last stanzas? The idea is
that Sufi is not here to advice other, who the heck is he? So only
advises his own person! You should use your own name, and you may
use it any place in the last stanzas for any purpose.
>
>
>  -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Your self, the locked box.
> From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
> Date: Mon, July 03, 2006 3:30 am
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Who is it locks your lover out,
> your self.
> who is it holds the key,
> who is it says it's you, it's me,
> it's he, it's she,
> who is there to turn the key,
> your self.
> The veil it may be wafer thin
> barely hiding that within,
> or stout,
> thick skinned, and filled with doubt,
> what kind of barrier is this
> that screens the gloss of glamour
> upon your loved one's kiss,
> be careful, that you don't dismiss
> the forest for the trees.
>
> Ibrahim.
>

NO Alah Threw


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: Your self, the locked box.
From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
Date: Tue, July 04, 2006 2:47 am
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com






Ibrahim, he says he will, insha Allah till
he learns the lesson taught, and then
Masha Allah, Ibrahim has done
according to His will!

When you threw, you did not throw!

?

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrhim, very pretty.
>
> May I add some Farsi Sufi traditional technics that may better the
work?
>
> Why dont you look at the structure of a GHAZAL:
>
> asdfhksjdhfklsjdhflajksdhf
> Standing Phrase <--- only required for the
first stanza
> asdlfjsl;adkfjlskdjflksjdf
> Standing Phrase
>
> alsdjfl;skjdfl;ksjd;lfkjl;s
> asdlkfjl;askdjflkjas;dlkjj
> Standing Phrase
>
> asldkfjl;skadjflasjkdf;kajsd
> asdkfjal;sdjkfkjskdjfkjlj
> Standing Phrase
>
> ...
>
> Ibrahim: asdkjfl;asdjkf;jasd <---- last stanzas you talk to your
Self
> asdlkfjal;skdjfl;ksjdfjsjdf
> Standing Phrase
>
> End.
>
>
> Standing Phrase can be repeated phrase or some rhyme or sound that
rhymes well.
>
> Why the Sufis called themselves in the last stanzas? The idea is
that Sufi is not here to advice other, who the heck is he? So only
advises his own person! You should use your own name, and you may
use it any place in the last stanzas for any purpose.
>
>
> -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Your self, the locked box.
> From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
> Date: Mon, July 03, 2006 3:30 am
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Who is it locks your lover out,
> your self.
> who is it holds the key,
> who is it says it's you, it's me,
> it's he, it's she,
> who is there to turn the key,
> your self.
> The veil it may be wafer thin
> barely hiding that within,
> or stout,
> thick skinned, and filled with doubt,
> what kind of barrier is this
> that screens the gloss of glamour
> upon your loved one's kiss,
> be careful, that you don't dismiss
> the forest for the trees.
>
> Ibrahim.
>

Dara, dear Dara.

You, and those others, where have put Ibrahim, what have you done with
him?
On second thoughts, he was never here in the first place!

Ibrahim.

Dara, everyone,

A `Hindu' Muslim Shaykh, Grandfather Guru, years ago, led a branch
of the Naqshbandi in India, he was a man of great presence, and was
not!
One day a number of press photographers came to `see' him wanting to
take photographs of him and his family, he refused adamantly,
however, finally he was persuaded and the group sat with Grandfather
Guru at centre stage.
When the negatives were all printed, beside Grandfather's chair was
his walking stick, but would you believe, no Grandfather Guru, he
was absent.

A true story told by Irina Tweedie.

* * *

Do not look at my life and seek
for me,
I am not here, I'm gone,
lost I am in Him.

Ibrahim.



--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrhim, very pretty.
>
> May I add some Farsi Sufi traditional technics that may better the
work?
>
> Why dont you look at the structure of a GHAZAL:
>
> asdfhksjdhfklsjdhflajksdhf
>                   Standing Phrase  <--- only required for the
first stanza
> asdlfjsl;adkfjlskdjflksjdf
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> alsdjfl;skjdfl;ksjd;lfkjl;s
> asdlkfjl;askdjflkjas;dlkjj
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> asldkfjl;skadjflasjkdf;kajsd
> asdkfjal;sdjkfkjskdjfkjlj
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> ...
>
> Ibrahim: asdkjfl;asdjkf;jasd   <---- last stanzas you talk to your
Self
> asdlkfjal;skdjfl;ksjdfjsjdf
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> End.
>
>
> Standing Phrase can be repeated phrase or some rhyme or sound that
rhymes well.
>
> Why the Sufis called themselves in the last stanzas? The idea is
that Sufi is not here to advice other, who the heck is he? So only
advises his own person! You should use your own name, and you may
use it any place in the last stanzas for any purpose.
>
>
>  -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Your self, the locked box.
> From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
> Date: Mon, July 03, 2006 3:30 am
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Who is it locks your lover out,
> your self.
> who is it holds the key,
> who is it says it's you, it's me,
> it's he, it's she,
> who is there to turn the key,
> your self.
> The veil it may be wafer thin
> barely hiding that within,
> or stout,
> thick skinned, and filled with doubt,
> what kind of barrier is this
> that screens the gloss of glamour
> upon your loved one's kiss,
> be careful, that you don't dismiss
> the forest for the trees.
>
> Ibrahim.
>

There is a very ancient Native American Indian story that an old
grandfather was teaching to his little grandson, it goes like this. . .
In all the people there are two who are at warfare, one is good, the
other is bad, and they continuously battle with each other.
The little boy asked, "Grandfather, which one wins the
battle?"
The old man answered, "The one which you feed"


* * *

"Verily the heart has two ears: the Spirit of Faith whispers good in
one and the Satan whispers evil in the other one. Thus, anyone of
those that wins over the other will dominate him."
The Elixer of Love: al-Islam.com.

Ibrahim.

Dara,

Thanx!

Since Ibrahim first saw you, in the summer, in the rain,
he hasn't been his former self again,
somehow he's changed, a look of love
is Ibrahim's, no longer one of piety's disdain.

Now when I think of Ibrahim
he's standing in the wings,
it isn't he who acts the part
it's the One in many things.

Ibrahim.















--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrhim, very pretty.
>
> May I add some Farsi Sufi traditional technics that may better the
work?
>
> Why dont you look at the structure of a GHAZAL:
>
> asdfhksjdhfklsjdhflajksdhf
>                   Standing Phrase  <--- only required for the
first stanza
> asdlfjsl;adkfjlskdjflksjdf
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> alsdjfl;skjdfl;ksjd;lfkjl;s
> asdlkfjl;askdjflkjas;dlkjj
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> asldkfjl;skadjflasjkdf;kajsd
> asdkfjal;sdjkfkjskdjfkjlj
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> ...
>
> Ibrahim: asdkjfl;asdjkf;jasd   <---- last stanzas you talk to your
Self
> asdlkfjal;skdjfl;ksjdfjsjdf
>                   Standing Phrase
>
> End.
>
>
> Standing Phrase can be repeated phrase or some rhyme or sound that
rhymes well.
>
> Why the Sufis called themselves in the last stanzas? The idea is
that Sufi is not here to advice other, who the heck is he? So only
advises his own person! You should use your own name, and you may
use it any place in the last stanzas for any purpose.
>
>
>  -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Your self, the locked box.
> From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
> Date: Mon, July 03, 2006 3:30 am
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Who is it locks your lover out,
> your self.
> who is it holds the key,
> who is it says it's you, it's me,
> it's he, it's she,
> who is there to turn the key,
> your self.
> The veil it may be wafer thin
> barely hiding that within,
> or stout,
> thick skinned, and filled with doubt,
> what kind of barrier is this
> that screens the gloss of glamour
> upon your loved one's kiss,
> be careful, that you don't dismiss
> the forest for the trees.
>
> Ibrahim.
>

Salaam Hind & Ibrahim, Salaam everyone

Please see:
http://www.untiredwithloving.org/

I just added the Untired Search box for your convinience to search for words and
phrases. It is google based so all the syntax from google applies. Moreover the
greek/romanization letters work and also the Arabic and Persian alphabets
supported as well.

--DARA

"Imagine if I kicked your house's door down, stunk, drunk, dressed
in rags, shouting and yelling came to ask you for a favor while all
your in-house guests at awe watching! How would you feel? That is
what we are doing to Allah the way we approach this Beloved with our
nasty approach rude and unconsidered. We ask for things over and
over impolitely, for what we are supposed to ask and take permission
we just go ahead and take, never offer gratitude for anything big or
small and constantly boast with pomp." Dara.

Dara, how right you are.
How often do we take His gifts for granted, as though we have earned
them in some way, sometimes we take His kindness for granted as
though by doing good things we are entitled to rewards, we neglect
to do those things we would normaly do whem some friend asks us out
to lunch, how casual we are when we come before Him to praise Him as
though this is but one of those ordinary everyday duties in a long
list which we do hastily to 'get it over with' as soon as possible,
so that we can get on with the next thing on our agenda. When the
fact is, we owe Him everything, even our very lives, and most of all
that He has given us the right to kneel before Him and pray, and to
be (wonder of all wonders) in His presence.
Sometimes I feel so 'unworthy' so inadaquate, and then by His Grace
alone I feel 'so blessed' May He be exalted above all.


Dara, how right you are.


Ibrahim.




--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Hind & Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Please see:
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/
>
> I just added the Untired Search box for your convinience to search
for words and phrases. It is google based so all the syntax from
google applies. Moreover the greek/romanization letters work and
also the Arabic and Persian alphabets supported as well.
>
> --DARA
>

Salaam Ibrahim

I wrote that years ago :)

We are rude, we are disrespectful the way we pray and ask things from Allah.
Just watch the TV, I do not care which religion, you will see the untidy and
arrogant exhibition of pomp.

If your worship, reading Qur'an, Dhikrs, charities, do not do anything for you,
your prayers not answered, and you do not feel safe, you do not feel a beautiful
presence, and you do not feel the sweetness of conversation with Allah, then all
that means you are rude in presence of Allah i.e. in Sufi terms you have no
Adab:

http://www.untiredwithloving.org/kashani_adab_intro.html

Some of the Adab (Ettiquette) is for the surface and some for deep within:

1. When you wash prior to Dhikr or worship, you are attempting to cleanse the
surface, that is to Isharat (Point) to your volition to cleanse the inside. How?
Not lying, not backbiting and so on.

2. Prior and during the Dhikr and worship you pose with heads down, eyes cast
down, why? You do Isharat (Point) to your status as a slave and awaiting the
arrival of your Owner, Master.

3. When you raise your hands to your head or chest and say Allahu Akbar (Allah
is the Greatest) you do Isharat (Point) to your heart that is emptied from all
love other than love of Allah, your eyes desire not to see but Allah and your
lips desire not to converse but with Allah and your mind is no occupide but for
Allah.

4. When you prostrate, like the subjects used to prostrate and kiss the feet of
their beloved king, you kiss the ground thus so Isharat (Point) to your love,
that you are heartbroken for the absence of Hu.

Allah created Mankind for happiness! If you are unhappy that means you have lost
your Adab. Avoiding fancy words, just cleanse your body and sit silent in your
house and await for the presence of Allah.



--DARA


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: Untired Search
From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
Date: Wed, July 05, 2006 1:23 am
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com






"Imagine if I kicked your house's door down, stunk, drunk, dressed
in rags, shouting and yelling came to ask you for a favor while all
your in-house guests at awe watching! How would you feel? That is
what we are doing to Allah the way we approach this Beloved with our
nasty approach rude and unconsidered. We ask for things over and
over impolitely, for what we are supposed to ask and take permission
we just go ahead and take, never offer gratitude for anything big or
small and constantly boast with pomp." Dara.

Dara, how right you are.
How often do we take His gifts for granted, as though we have earned
them in some way, sometimes we take His kindness for granted as
though by doing good things we are entitled to rewards, we neglect
to do those things we would normaly do whem some friend asks us out
to lunch, how casual we are when we come before Him to praise Him as
though this is but one of those ordinary everyday duties in a long
list which we do hastily to 'get it over with' as soon as possible,
so that we can get on with the next thing on our agenda. When the
fact is, we owe Him everything, even our very lives, and most of all
that He has given us the right to kneel before Him and pray, and to
be (wonder of all wonders) in His presence.
Sometimes I feel so 'unworthy' so inadaquate, and then by His Grace
alone I feel 'so blessed' May He be exalted above all.


Dara, how right you are.

Ibrahim.

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Hind & Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Please see:
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/
>
> I just added the Untired Search box for your convinience to search
for words and phrases. It is google based so all the syntax from
google applies. Moreover the greek/romanization letters work and
also the Arabic and Persian alphabets supported as well.
>
> --DARA
>

Salaam,
  Wow, Wow oh Wow again this link to search your web site is most useful and
beautiful.
  May Allah be pleased?
  I know I'm pleased. Thank you so much for what you are able to figure out and
display, you are truly well named "untried Love" I never tire  of telling you
either!!!

  I only wish i can give back as well
  please ask of me  if there may be something I could do for you?

  if you where close at hand I could fix a banquet to please you and all you
might want to attend,

  with Love,
  Stephanie

one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2@...> wrote:                                  
"Imagine if I kicked your house's door down, stunk, drunk, dressed
  in rags, shouting and yelling came to ask you for a favor while all
  your in-house guests at awe watching! How would you feel? That is
  what we are doing to Allah the way we approach this Beloved with our
  nasty approach rude and unconsidered. We ask for things over and
  over impolitely, for what we are supposed to ask and take permission
  we just go ahead and take, never offer gratitude for anything big or
  small and constantly boast with pomp." Dara.

  Dara, how right you are.
  How often do we take His gifts for granted, as though we have earned
  them in some way, sometimes we take His kindness for granted as
  though by doing good things we are entitled to rewards, we neglect
  to do those things we would normaly do whem some friend asks us out
  to lunch, how casual we are when we come before Him to praise Him as
  though this is but one of those ordinary everyday duties in a long
  list which we do hastily to 'get it over with' as soon as possible,
  so that we can get on with the next thing on our agenda. When the
  fact is, we owe Him everything, even our very lives, and most of all
  that He has given us the right to kneel before Him and pray, and to
  be (wonder of all wonders) in His presence.
  Sometimes I feel so 'unworthy' so inadaquate, and then by His Grace
  alone I feel 'so blessed' May He be exalted above all.


  Dara, how right you are.

  Ibrahim.

  --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
  >
  > Salaam Hind & Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
  >
  > Please see:
  > http://www.untiredwithloving.org/
  >
  > I just added the Untired Search box for your convinience to search
  for words and phrases. It is google based so all the syntax from
  google applies. Moreover the greek/romanization letters work and
  also the Arabic and Persian alphabets supported as well.
  >
  > --DARA
  >






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in your prayers.

--DARA


  -------- Original Message --------
Subject: Re: [thesufinotes] Re: Untired Search
From: stephanie Raugust <singfhorn@...>
Date: Wed, July 05, 2006 2:55 pm
To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com






Salaam,
Wow, Wow oh Wow again this link to search your web site is most useful and
beautiful.
May Allah be pleased?
I know I'm pleased. Thank you so much for what you are able to figure out and
display, you are truly well named "untried Love" I never tire of telling you
either!!!

I only wish i can give back as well
please ask of me if there may be something I could do for you?

if you where close at hand I could fix a banquet to please you and all you might
want to attend,

with Love,
Stephanie

one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2@...> wrote: "Imagine if I kicked your house's
door down, stunk, drunk, dressed
in rags, shouting and yelling came to ask you for a favor while all
your in-house guests at awe watching! How would you feel? That is
what we are doing to Allah the way we approach this Beloved with our
nasty approach rude and unconsidered. We ask for things over and
over impolitely, for what we are supposed to ask and take permission
we just go ahead and take, never offer gratitude for anything big or
small and constantly boast with pomp." Dara.

Dara, how right you are.
How often do we take His gifts for granted, as though we have earned
them in some way, sometimes we take His kindness for granted as
though by doing good things we are entitled to rewards, we neglect
to do those things we would normaly do whem some friend asks us out
to lunch, how casual we are when we come before Him to praise Him as
though this is but one of those ordinary everyday duties in a long
list which we do hastily to 'get it over with' as soon as possible,
so that we can get on with the next thing on our agenda. When the
fact is, we owe Him everything, even our very lives, and most of all
that He has given us the right to kneel before Him and pray, and to
be (wonder of all wonders) in His presence.
Sometimes I feel so 'unworthy' so inadaquate, and then by His Grace
alone I feel 'so blessed' May He be exalted above all.


Dara, how right you are.

Ibrahim.

--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Hind & Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
>
> Please see:
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/
>
> I just added the Untired Search box for your convinience to search
for words and phrases. It is google based so all the syntax from
google applies. Moreover the greek/romanization letters work and
also the Arabic and Persian alphabets supported as well.
>
> --DARA
>






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Dara,everyone.

I looked at this (Adab) today, fell asleep this pm on my couch for
an hour, and dreamed this. . .

"I am standing on a balcony of sorts, a 'someone' dressed in
business clothes approaches me and says "I am here on behalf of the
club to which you belong to ask you "Are aware  that you have not
been attending as you should lately, and what you intend to do about
it." I replied that I would amend the situation. The 'someone' then
said, "If I need to call again to see you I will bring someone else
with me."



* * *
The time of morning,
the time of high noon-day,
afternoon, and evening,
time to put the day away.

Ibrahim.




















--- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@... wrote:
>
> Salaam Ibrahim
>
> I wrote that years ago :)
>
> We are rude, we are disrespectful the way we pray and ask things
from Allah. Just watch the TV, I do not care which religion, you
will see the untidy and arrogant exhibition of pomp.
>
> If your worship, reading Qur'an, Dhikrs, charities, do not do
anything for you, your prayers not answered, and you do not feel
safe, you do not feel a beautiful presence, and you do not feel the
sweetness of conversation with Allah, then all that means you are
rude in presence of Allah i.e. in Sufi terms you have no Adab:
>
> http://www.untiredwithloving.org/kashani_adab_intro.html
>
> Some of the Adab (Ettiquette) is for the surface and some for deep
within:
>
> 1. When you wash prior to Dhikr or worship, you are attempting to
cleanse the surface, that is to Isharat (Point) to your volition to
cleanse the inside. How? Not lying, not backbiting and so on.
>
> 2. Prior and during the Dhikr and worship you pose with heads
down, eyes cast down, why? You do Isharat (Point) to your status as
a slave and awaiting the arrival of your Owner, Master.
>
> 3. When you raise your hands to your head or chest and say Allahu
Akbar (Allah is the Greatest) you do Isharat (Point) to your heart
that is emptied from all love other than love of Allah, your eyes
desire not to see but Allah and your lips desire not to converse but
with Allah and your mind is no occupide but for Allah.
>
> 4. When you prostrate, like the subjects used to prostrate and
kiss the feet of their beloved king, you kiss the ground thus so
Isharat (Point) to your love, that you are heartbroken for the
absence of Hu.
>
> Allah created Mankind for happiness! If you are unhappy that means
you have lost your Adab. Avoiding fancy words, just cleanse your
body and sit silent in your house and await for the presence of
Allah.
>
>
>
> --DARA
>
>
>  -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: [thesufinotes] Re: Untired Search
> From: "one1nottwo2" <one1nottwo2@...>
> Date: Wed, July 05, 2006 1:23 am
> To: thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com
>
>
>
>
>
>
> "Imagine if I kicked your house's door down, stunk, drunk, dressed
> in rags, shouting and yelling came to ask you for a favor while
all
> your in-house guests at awe watching! How would you feel? That is
> what we are doing to Allah the way we approach this Beloved with
our
> nasty approach rude and unconsidered. We ask for things over and
> over impolitely, for what we are supposed to ask and take
permission
> we just go ahead and take, never offer gratitude for anything big
or
> small and constantly boast with pomp." Dara.
>
> Dara, how right you are.
> How often do we take His gifts for granted, as though we have
earned
> them in some way, sometimes we take His kindness for granted as
> though by doing good things we are entitled to rewards, we neglect
> to do those things we would normaly do whem some friend asks us
out
> to lunch, how casual we are when we come before Him to praise Him
as
> though this is but one of those ordinary everyday duties in a long
> list which we do hastily to 'get it over with' as soon as
possible,
> so that we can get on with the next thing on our agenda. When the
> fact is, we owe Him everything, even our very lives, and most of
all
> that He has given us the right to kneel before Him and pray, and
to
> be (wonder of all wonders) in His presence.
> Sometimes I feel so 'unworthy' so inadaquate, and then by His
Grace
> alone I feel 'so blessed' May He be exalted above all.
>
>
> Dara, how right you are.
>
> Ibrahim.
>
> --- In thesufinotes@yahoogroups.com, dara@ wrote:
> >
> > Salaam Hind & Ibrahim, Salaam everyone
> >
> > Please see:
> > http://www.untiredwithloving.org/
> >
> > I just added the Untired Search box for your convinience to
search
> for words and phrases. It is google based so all the syntax from
> google applies. Moreover the greek/romanization letters work and
> also the Arabic and Persian alphabets supported as well.
> >
> > --DARA
> >
>