music is my engine

rumi-meditatinhg-kit

 

It starts with typical tone in a minor which is a sign, that this is it.
It is calling me.
Like hypnosis.
In the moment it lifts my spirit.
I jump from the chair with ease into a soft dance.
These Arabic rhythms are so natural to me.

They are so wild and so tender… everything at once.
They are uncontrollable.
They are free. I am free to merge with God.
I turn together with this music around the Sun.

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I am this music.
I feel it in my solar plexus,
I feel it in my heart,
I feel it in my head and in my blood.
I breathe music.
I am in love.
In a trance.
I am Scheherazade who is flying on a carpet through the Universe with the speed of light.
I am high.  
I am peace.
I have super powers.
I am full of energy.
I am powerful like a Gods.
I am really me.
I am turning and turning.
Music is my engine.
I am turning and turning like I am not from here.
Music are actually words from God changed into songs, so that we can all understand Him.

– Jalaluddin Rumi –

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live in the cup of death, dead in the cup of life.

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the awakening

 

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love

I tried to remember in my heart
what I’d dreamt about
during the night
before I became aware
of this moving
of life

I found my dreams
but the moon took me away
It lifted me up to the firmament
and suspended me there
I saw how my heart had fallen
on your path
singing a song

Between my love and my heart
things were happening which
slowly, … slowly
made me recall everything

You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.

But it is you who keeps me alive

Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.

– Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi –

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– mei –

Space in togetherness

Gibran’s painting

 Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver
with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:
 For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
and the oak tree and the cypress grow
not in each other’s shadow.

– Khalil Gibran, The Prophet –

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– mei –

What sins has a woman committed?

One other part about women excerpt from The Broken Wings by Kahlil Gibran.
I think it’s powerful and the meaning was so deep.

What do you think?

Oh, Lord, what has a woman done that hath offended Thee?

What sin has she committed to deserve such a punishment?

For what crime has she been awarded everlasting castigation?

Oh, Lord, Thou art strong, and I am weak.

Why hast Thou made me suffer pain?

Thou art great and almighty, while I am nothing but a
tiny creäture crawling before Thy throne.

Why hast Thou crushed me with Thy foot?

Thou art a raging tempest, and I am like dust; why, my Lord,
hast Thou flung me on the cold earth?

Thou art powerful, and I am helpless;
why art Thou fighting me?

Thou art considerate, and I am prudent;
why art Thou destroying me?

Thou hast created woman with love, and why,
with love dost Thou ruin her?

With Thy right hand dost Thou lift her, and with Thy
left hand dost Thou strike her into the abyss,
and she knows not why.

In her mouth Thou blowest the breath of life,
and in her heart Thou sowest the seeds of death.

Thou dost show her the path of happiness,
but Thou leadest her in the road of misery;
in her mouth Thou dost place a song of happiness,
but then Thou dost close her lips with sorrow and dost
fetter her tongue with agony.

With Thy mysterious fingers dost Thou dress her wounds,
and with Thine hands Thou drawest the dread of pain
round her pleasures.

In her bed Thou hidest pleasure and peace,
but besides it Thou dost erect obstacles and fear.

Thou dost excite her affection through Thy will,
and from her affection does shame emanate.

By Thy will Thou showest her the beauty of creation,
but her love for beauty becomes a terrible famine.

Thou dost make her drink life in the cup of death,
and death in the cup of life.

Thou purifiest her with tears, and in tears her life streams away.

Oh, Lord, Thou hast opened my eyes with love,
and with love Thou hast blinded me.

before the throne of beauty

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