Sunday, November 13, 2011

Quote



Wowzers.

(http://journeyofamuslimah.tumblr.com/)

Quote

You only lose what you cling to. -Buddha

Sunday in Soho


Ghost town and locals.
Malaysian food and weekly shop.
Eerie silence and sunshine.
Creaking house.
Just the way I love Soho.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Life


Throw flowers not bombs, make love not war, be happy not sad. Life is simple.

(the image is by the great Banksy)

Monday, November 7, 2011

Poem

I like it.

Praying

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

- Mary Oliver

Seen on: http://glutenfreegirl.com/

Friday, November 4, 2011

Today

I realized that I think about the ocean almost every single day. Why can't the ocean be everywhere? The more time I spend living in big cities, the more I miss it...


(last day in Langkawi - Malaysia 2011)

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Rumi - Don't Scold the Lover

Moses heard a shepherd on the road praying:
“Lord, where are you? I want to help you, to fix your shoes and comb your hair. I want to wash your clothes and pick the lice off.
“I want to bring you milk to kiss your little hands and feet when it’s time for you to go to bed.
“I want to sweep your room and keep it neat. God, my sheep and goats are yours. ”

“Who are you talking to?” Moses could stand it no longer.
“Only something that grows needs milk. Only some one with feet needs shoes. Not G’d!”

The shepherd repented and tore his clothes and sighed and wandered out into the desert.

A sudden revelation came then to Moses.

“You have separated me from one of my own.
“Did you come as a Prophet to unite, or to sever?
“I have given each being a separate and unique way of seeing and knowing and saying that knowledge.
“What seems wrong to you is right for him.

“What is poison to one is honey to someone else.
“Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship, these mean nothing to me.
“I am apart from all that. Ways of worshiping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another.
“It’s not me that’s glorified in acts of worship. It’s the worshipers!
“I don’t hear the words they say. I look inside at the humility.

“Forget phraseology. I want burning, burning. Be friends with your burning.
“Burn up your thinking and your forms of expression!
“Lovers who burn are another.

“Don’t scold the Lover. The “wrong” way he talks is better than a hundred “right” ways of others.
“When you look in a mirror, you see yourself, not the state of the mirror.
“The flute player puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music?
“Not the flute. The flute player!

“Whenever you speak praise or thanksgiving to Me, it’s always like this dear shepherd’s simplicity.”

from Rumi’s “Moses and the Sheperd”, translated by Coleman Barks

(from: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/10/28/he-followed-the-bewildered-footprints-editar/)