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All that we behold and perceive by our senses bears undeniable witness to the existence of God--the stone and the cloud, the plants and the trees, the living creatures, the heavens and the earth and the stars, the dry land and the ocean, the fire and the air, substance and accident. Indeed, we ourselves are the chief witnesses to Him. But just as the bat sees only at night and cannot see in the daytime because of the weakness of its sight, which is dazzled by the full light of the sun, so also the human mind is too weak to behold the full glory of the Divine Majesty. --- Al-Ghazzali





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This blog contains numerous spiritual conversations between God and I. All things are possible, including of direct communication with our Creator, source of our Spirit.I call this communicating with Spirit. Many have many ways of explaining it. Within this blog, I have also placed some writings from different books and/or people that I have found loving/awakening to my spirit. Thank you so much for visiting. Blessings. Sehnaz







January 30, 2010

"How Wonderful The Way You Left This World"

At last you've departed and gone to the Unseen.
How wonderful the way you left this world.

You opened your wings, broke out of your cage,
and took off for the world of the soul.

A favoured falcon, caged up by old woman world,
but when you heard the falcon drum, you escaped
to the rose garden

A love-sick Nightingale among owls,
when the scent of roses reached you, you flew
to the rose garden.

This tainted wine gave you a hangover,
but now you've gone to Eternity's tavern.

Like a well-aimed arrow, you sped from this bow
and flew straight for the target of bliss.

This spirit-snatching world tried to lead you
astray with false signs, but you ignored them;
instead, you left for the Signless.

Now you are the sun, what use is a crown?
Now you've gone from the middle, what need of
a belt?

I hear tales of those who gaze on the soulwith
blind eyes. Why soul-gaze when you are from
the Soul of souls?

O heart, what a rare bird you are! In your quest
for the Divine, you took off and flew straight
to the spearpoint like a shield.

The rose
flees when autumn comes, but you--
O fearless rose - dallied in the autumn wind.

You fell like rain from heaven on this worldly roof,
and ran in all directions until you escaped down
the gutter.

Be silent, and thus free from the pain of speech,
Don't go to sleep, now that you're in the arms of
the Friend.

((D 3051:A2:395)) Rumi

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