The Rumi Circle

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Comment by Ashab-ı Bedir on January 28, 2012 at 7:18am

Can you must see the tomb of Mevlana Rumi. I have visited. magnificent...

Comment by Nurcihan on February 15, 2010 at 11:18am

Draw no line between the heavens and the earth... Let nothing divide us..
For YOU are all.

Comment by Karima Solberg on November 7, 2009 at 12:23pm

There is many women from Bosnia, Pakistan Indonesia and Malaysia who sing nasheeds in public.

Comment by Julianna Smith on November 7, 2009 at 8:21am

It saddens me that I can't find any women nasheed artists.So I am putting out a request for sisters who have the gift of good voices to come forward and break through the out-dated sexist, cultural "prohibition" on women singing. In every major religious tradition in the world, except Islam,women raise their voices to call to and glorify God. Doesn't that seem odd, to say the least, to you?

Comment by Karima Solberg on August 21, 2009 at 4:12pm

What Was Said to the Rose What Was Said to the Rose

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the Cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

RUMI

Comment by Karima Solberg on August 21, 2009 at 4:06pm

The Intellectual
The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;
overs are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.
He's mocked by passion.

Love is like musk.
It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.

Rumi

Comment by Fatima Rajapakse on July 5, 2009 at 12:09pm

When the ten thousand things are viewed in their oneness, we return to the Origin and remain where we have always been.--- Sen T'sen.

The Beloved is all in all; the lover merely veils Him;
The Beloved is all that lives, the lover a dead thing.-- Mawlana Jalal-uddin Rumi.

Comment by leon on July 5, 2009 at 9:46am

Birds Chirp...
For some it is chatter,
But the wise listen
To it as Music, not clatter.

The seasons change,
The leaves golden fall without any heft,
All say O' Autum is come,
But for me, the Wise have left.

The winter is gone and the snow melts
The flowers bloom and the waters cascade
The people dance spring is come
And the wise are wiser, the slumber is at end.

The summer is hot and dust abound,
The road is long and without wend,
All take a siesta on the mound,
And the traveler lone, moves for the bend at the end.
(BAK)

Comment by Sultan's servant(zaynab) on July 5, 2009 at 5:06am

Comment by Bodhisattva on June 13, 2009 at 7:08pm

I have prayed so much
that I myself turned into prayer.
Everyone who sees me begs
a prayer from me.

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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