knot as it is

As She Sees It

All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain
You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain
You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain
You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain

All friendships you transcend

And impotent I remain

You are Noah and the Ark

You are the light and the dark

Behind the veil I remain

You are passion and are rage

You are the bird and the cage

Lost in flight I remain

You are the wine and the cup

You are the ocean and the drop

While afloat I remain

(Source: into-india, via gypsies-love)

a little bit a head of the game
a little bit behind the beat
same distance
between together and
alone.
what love sounds like
when you see it in terms
730 days from now until then
the math is decimal
points that can never be
seen
painting pictures
that taste like harmony saturated in raw huney
medicinal
730 days between the two sides of the shore
i rented a raft today
sat in unbearable silence
he’ll call after he prays isha
when the string is white or black
broke my tightly wound subha thread in the masjid
i left one carnelian bead there
i used to like the tone it made when
you slide one bead to meet the next
like an abacus
its the same distance between beads as it
is shores and days and strings and lights
inertia
730 more moments might be just enough
for me to go back and get the bead
swim to the other side
taste harmony
hear the call
blow up the raft
quit asking why
and start saying Allah
— contentment
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I set up house for You in my heart
As a Friend that I could talk with.
Gave my body to someone else
Who wanted to embrace it.
This body, all in all, is good enough for embracing –
But the Friend who lives in my house
Is the lover of my Heart.

RABI’A

Watching this BBC documentary on Sufism right now…their emphasis on Rumi in the beginning makes me all the more eager to read up on Rabia Al-Adawiyya, another Sufi poet who was 500 years earlier. Oh, and female.

Balance, y’all.

(Source: mangosheen)

I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
Rumi
i don’t love you, but i always will.
Then, after that, your hearts were hardened and became as stones or even worse in hardness. …
Quran

Then, after that, your hearts were hardened and became as stones or even worse in hardness. …

Quran

(via gypsies-love)

Anyone who has probed the inner life, who has sat in silence long enough to experience the stillness of the mind behind its apparent noise, is faced with a mystery. Apart from all the outer attractions of life in the world, there exists at the center of human consciousness something quite satisfying and beautiful in itself, a beauty without features. The mystery is not so much that these two dimensions exist - an outer world and the mystery of the inner world - but that we are suspended between them, as a space in which both worlds meet … as if the human being is the meeting point, the threshold between two worlds.
— (…..say word!)
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