To Sit In Sunlight or Shade Yin Yang

All praise and thank only for allah, lord of all worlds. After seeing the limitations of this forum and to expand our interchange of knowledge, experience and friendship, we humbly building up a blog for new seekers or new muslims especially from the east.

Here is the address : http://abuzuhri.multiply.com

and http://abuzuhri.blogspot.com

One cup of Real Tea is not enough

for the thirsty traveller

on the journey of Qing zhen jiao.

 

Edited by abuzuhri

Hikam of Shaykh Ibn Athaillah

Idfin wujduka fil-ardhi khumuli
Fa ma nabata mimma la yudfan
La yatimmu natajahu

(Bury your existence in the earth
of moister obscurity
what coming out without being
planted properly will not give fruit/blossoms)

Sweep the rubbish heap
Of your spirits with the broom of `La � Negation'
As Maulana Rumi indicated in his Mathnawi
You are coming from non-existence. Hear Irji � Return !

How do you claim to have power and life
By NoT surrendering in Bowing and Sajda
No carpet and wool but dust under your prayer mat.

Lieh Tzu will take leave one month from Master Kung court
due to coming winter Season. Cai jian.
Meet again where the Border of Reality
merge into Island of Fiction
Stand on your Firm Ground
The Unwobbling Cord..CHUNG XIN of your Heart.

Edited by abuzuhri

He Is The One In Jakarta or Kuala Lumpur

He�s the one sitting next to you,
in the bus you ride everyday to work.

He�s the one selling drinks at the junction,
the one you won�t even bother to look at.

He�s the one in sky-priced suits,
the man your boss once had lunch with.

He could be the one asking to shine your shoes for a coin.
He could be the one driving mercedes in his armani.
He could be anyone you see once in your life.
You look but you don�t really see.

By all means : Did you really search?  What do you look for :
Path to God, or just beard, turban, and robes?

Neither turbans nor robes,
he doesn�t even have to �look right� for you :
no bride dress up but to her Lover�s liking.
He�s the God�s highest noble kept unseen in ordinariness.

Why tell you who he is,
or when, or where :
we�re not even worth to be told :
what have we done,
to think we deserve such honor?

The messenger for your soul.
The one can lead you to the path,
understands every single secret from the life of yours,
answers every single question you need to ask.

He�s the slave to one God,
serves only to one master.

Slaves won�t come,
no matter how loud you shout :
they can only be met
by permission from the master.

By all means : Did you really ask?

�By all means.�  Did you?

�And they (kafirun)say: Why does this Messenger eat food,
and walk abouts in the markets?
Why is not an angel sent down to him,
to be a warner with him?� *

He Is The One  To Scatter Wisdom

He is the one no doubt in jakarta or kuala lumpur
he sing the Mathnawi of Rumi and Abu Madyan song
he send you forward, to teach and scatter wisdom

He stand beside you and go round tawaf at Kaaba
No doubt he generously give sadaqa and received it
by two old ladies at the outskirt of masjidil haram
He who receive your salam and kissed your cheek
He who says- Allahu..Allahu Allahu and Allahu Karim

He is the one you meet in Arafa and Mina
He is the one wave the hands toward the Rawdah
With tears and chilly night he walked the streets of Madina

Oh Allah , accept our islam, our hajj and our brothers
He is the one always beside us and gave inspiration ..

Sunday, December 17, 2006

 Last night, as i prayed, i lost the purpose of praying, my soul felt so empty.. It is well fed by the poem posted above.. Thank you.. May we walk thru this life holding hand, though without knowing one another..

Comment by i217 � Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Edited by abuzuhri

My great desert traveller Jamal Morelli of Fez
we offer you cool shades of jasmine tea leaves
Do not sit too long in the sunlight of morocco
Take your wings awhile to fly East of maghrib

seek knowledge even unto to China and japan
where tao and zen cannot contain nur of Qing zhen Jiao
as Ibnu batuta arrived at the shore of Huai Sheng Si
Even today the Minaret of Light still shines there

Ha ha how good is the smell of jamal minted tea
when spring arise from the melted atlas snow ..
cai jian qing ming xin nian lai.
abuzuhri teahut at western putrajaya lake
always welcome all tired visitors from the West
passing thru the Dragon Gate Inn yesterday..