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for muslim demonizers (photos): muslim conspiracy to have fun, worship god & write poetry?

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posted on Jun, 29 2008 @ 07:48 AM
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Not only do they not like police dogs slobbering on them and aggressively poking them in private places, but they go snowboarding, worship god and write poems. This is definately a conspiracy ... but against whom?



Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-73 A.D.) saint and mystic, inspiration for the Mevlevi Order of the whirling dervishes, highly revered for the great Mathnawi which is a majestic tribute to the depth of spiritual life.

The Jesus of your spirit is inside you now.
Ask that one for help, but don't ask for body-things...

Don't ask Moses for provisions
that you can get from Pharaoh.

Don't worry so much about livelihood.
Your livelihood will turn out as it should.
Be constantly occupied instead
with listening to God.

Rumi, Mathnawi II:450-454



You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.

What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So- I've brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.

- Jalaluddin Rumi



Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.

By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I'm sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheikhs and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.

Rumi - 'The Love Poems of Rumi' - Deepak Chopra & Fereydoun Kia



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Be Lost in the Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.



"It is said that after Muhammad and the prophets revelation does not descend upon anyone else. Why not? In fact it does, but then it is not called 'revelation.' It is what the Prophet referred to when he said, 'The believer sees with the Light of God.' When the believer looks with 'The believer sees with the Light of God.' When the believer looks with God's Light, he sees all things: the first and the last, the present and the absent. For how can anything be hidden from God's Light? And if something is hidden, then it is not the Light of God. Therefore the meaning of revelation exists, even if it is not called revelation."



These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

Even if you don't know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.



I died from minerality and became vegetable;

And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.

I died from animality and became man.

Then why fear disappearance through death?

Next time I shall die

Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;

After that, soaring higher than angels -

What you cannot imagine,

I shall be that.



A Star Without a Name



When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.



Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.



So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.



That's how you came here, like a star

without a name. Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights.



How did you get away?
You were the pet falcon of an old woman.
Did you hear the falcon-drum?
You were a drunken songbird put in with owls.
Did you smell the odor of a garden?
You got tired of sour fermenting
and left the tavern.

You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn't go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don't worry about what you're going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?

I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.

Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you've found a friend to be with.



'Tis said, the pipe and lute that charm our ears
Derive their melody from rolling spheres;
But Faith, o'erpassing speculation's bound,
Can see what sweetens every jangled sound.

We, who are parts of Adam, heard with him
The song of angels and of seraphim.
Out memory, though dull and sad, retains
Some echo still of those unearthly strains.

Oh, music is the meat of all who love,
Music uplifts the soul to realms above.
The ashes glow, the latent fires increase:
We listen and are fed with joy and peace.



What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart;
Not the patched mantle and the lust perverse
Of those vile earth-bound men who steal his name.
He in all dregs discerns the essence pure:
In hardship ease, in tribulation joy.
The phantom sentries, who with batons drawn
Guard Beauty's place-gate and curtained bower,
Give way before him, unafraid he passes,
And showing the King's arrow, enters in.



We are the flute, our music is all Thine;
We are the mountains echoing only Thee;
And movest to defeat or victory;
Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled-
They wind invisible sweeps us through the world.

[edit on 29-6-2008 by counterterrorist]

[edit on 29-6-2008 by counterterrorist]




posted on Jun, 29 2008 @ 07:53 AM
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They hate that which they emulate, they abhorr that which they imitate.
they despise those that they want to be like.

they are confused.



posted on Jun, 29 2008 @ 08:13 AM
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Originally posted by ObamaMomma
They hate that which they emulate, they abhorr that which they imitate.
they despise those that they want to be like.

they are confused.


oh. obviously you can see the hatred, abhorance and despising in their enjoyment of snowboarding, praying, revering Jesus and spirituality because you're a man of great vision, compassion, and unrivaled literacy.

[edit on 29-6-2008 by counterterrorist]



posted on Jun, 29 2008 @ 08:46 AM
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posted on Jun, 29 2008 @ 09:02 AM
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Originally posted by ObamaMomma
They hate that which they emulate, they abhorr that which they imitate.
they despise those that they want to be like.

they are confused.


This sounds like Christianity to me. Through-out "christian history" the church has persectued people for having differing beliefs.

I think what we all need is a good dose of love and tolerance for our fellow humans.
I myself do not judge by race creed or religion, I do judge someone by their actions. The Muslim people are not bad people, they are no different than anyone else, they are just people!
Everyone is different and to judge and condemn because of difference is wrong, short sighted, and just plain ignorant!
Open your eyes to the truth and see what you have been missing!
People, in general, are good.
Why judge the whole from the actions of the few?
EDIT: spelling errors!

[edit on 6/29/2008 by BroonStone]



posted on Jul, 10 2008 @ 02:20 PM
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With all this hysteria and frenzy whipped up by the FED and BANK of ENGLAND, when will we attack THEM, the real enemies.



posted on Jul, 28 2008 @ 01:13 PM
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Also, see 'Muslims are really aliens from outer space', at www.abovetopsecret.com...

my reply to that post, at www.abovetopsecret.com...



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