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Hakima -.

Granbury, TX, USA
female, age 56
single, 2 children
Speaks: English
Joined Jun 13, 2003
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all this time
the sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens
with a love like that --
it lights the whole
 St. Thomas Aquinas


Don't surrender your lonliness
so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human or even divine
ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
so tender,
My need of God

who puts sadness
in your heart

who is this soul
who sweetens your grief
as soon as you crawl

the one who first frightens you
with deadly snakes
before opening the treasure vault

who changes a monster
to an angel
a sorrow to happiness

who gives the blind
wisdom and
inner sight

who changes darkness
to light
thistles to flowers

who sheds the sins
of the sinful like
autumn leaves

and puts guilt
in the heart of
its own enemies

who makes them
repent and in silence
says amen and
whose amen brings
inner happiness
and soulful delight

who changes bitter thoughts
to lightness and
joyous zeal

bestows fire
and makes you leap
with unknown joy

the fire that can
make a hero
from a desperate heart

who is this existence
who is this
tell me who


ghazal number 528,

I once spoke to my friend, an old squirrel, about the Sacraments--
he got so excited

and ran into a hollow in his tree and came
back holding some acorns, an owl feather,
and a ribbon he had found.

And I just smiled and said, "Yes, dear,
you understand:

everything imparts
His Grace."

Sir Francis of Assisi


My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

--Mary Oliver

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

--- Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

The sun once glimpsed God's true nature
And has never been the same.

Thus that radiant sphere
Constantly pours its energy
Upon this earth
As does He from behind
The veil.

With a wonderful God like that
Why isn't everyone a screaming drunk?

Hafiz's guess is this:

Any thought that you are better or less
Than another

Breaks the wine

Poems By HAFIZ
The Great Sufi Master
Translations By Danile Ladinsky

At dawn,

The nightengale spoke to the rose:

“Don’t look down on my passion for you,

for while hovering around this garden, I have seen

many like you blossom and die.”


The rose, smiling, replied:

“This truth does not bring me to tears,

but what a way for a lover to speak!”


From now until time’s end,

You will never know the perfume of love

Until you have swept dust from the

Doorstep of the tavern of ecstasy

With your forhead.


If you want to taste the red wine from

A cup encrusted with jewels,

Expect to pierce many pearls

With the hair of your eyebrows

Before you have a sip.


Yesterday at dawn

I encountered the garden of Identity

The morning breeze wafted a blessing

Across the hair of a hyacinth,

“Where,” I cried in ecstasy, “is the cup that

satisfies all the thirst in the world?”

A voice replied,


“Poor man, you’d have better stayed in bed

than tempt fate with such questions.”


Love’s talk doesn’t touch the tongue—

O cupbearer—

Stop interrogating me!”


With his own tears, Hafiz has poured

Both wisdom and patience on the sea.

Love’s pain made any cover-up

Or delay impossible.



13th century Sufi mystic

A Golden Compass

Forget every idea of right and wrong
Any classroom ever taught you
An empty heart, a tormented mind,
Unkindness, jealousy and fear
Are always the testimony
You have been completely fooled!

Turn your back on those
Who would imprison your wondrous spirit
With deceit and lies.

Come, join the honest company
Of the King's beggars--
Those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns
And those astonishing fair courtesans
Who need Divine Love every night.

Come, join the courageous
Who have no choice
But to bet their entire world
That indeed,
Indeed, God is Real.

I will lead you into the Circle
Of the Beloved's cunning thieves,
Those playful royal rogues--
The ones you can trust for true guidance--
Who can aid you
In this Blessed Calamity of life.

Look at the Perfect One
At the Circle's Center:

He Spins and Whirls like a Golden Compass,
Beyond all that is Rational,

To show this dear world

That Everything,
Everything in Existence
Does point to God.

I Heard God Laughing
Renderings of Hafiz
By Daniel Ladinsky

to break all my promises
tear apart all chains
and cast away all advice
disassemble the heavens
link by link
and break at once
all lovers' ties
with the sword of death
put cotton inside
both my ears
and close them to
all words of wisdom
crash the door and
enter the chamber
where all sweet
things are hidden
how long can i
beg and bargain
for the things of this world
while love is waiting
how long before
i can rise beyond
how i am and
what i am
RUMI, ghazal number 1591

your beautiful
festive smile

teach your laughter
to a flower
manifest an eternity

why do you think
the door to the sky
is closed on your face

it allures and invites
your magical touch
to open and arrive

an entire caravan
is waiting in ecstasy
for your coming and leading

come on my friend
use your talisman and
harness all their souls

today is the day to unite
with your longing beloved
wait no more
for an unknown tomorrow

a tambourine is in a corner
begging your playing hands
a flute is sitting dormant
begging your happy lips

RUMI, ghazal number 253,
translated April 13, 1992,
by Nader Khalili.

What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?

The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, "I Surrender!"

Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think

You have a thousand serious moves.


The Guest House

"This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture,
Still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing,
And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond."

~ Rumi

'And when he sees me in all and sees all in me,
Then I never leave him and he never leaves me.
And he, who in this oneness of love
Loves me in whatever he sees,
Wherever this man may live,
In truth, he lives in me...'

Bhagavad Gita, VI:30,31

Little by little God takes beauty away. Little by little life's luster decays. Listen to the passage, "To whom We grant a long life, those We cause to decline." Seek the essence and not the structure. The beauty of heart shall forever abide, for it is enriched with the water of life.

-Rumi, "Mathnawi"

the minstrel of
eternal love
and will play
the song of happiness

when my soul
hears music
and changes to softness
i'll break open
the wine jar's seal

i am in love
with the temple of fire
because i was born
as the prophet
named Khalili Abraham

i am in love
with soul and
i am the enemy
of false images

the spring is arriving
it is high time
for action
for the sun and Aries
to get together

my blood is boiling
my heart is on fire and
the winter snow
is melting away
from my body

someone's love
is knocking me out
and pulling me
after itself
very forcefully

though i am
in this
hell and fire
i'm filled with
honey and nectar

though i am
condemned to take
this journey
i'm filled with
the sweetness of going home

now the time has come
my sweetheart
kindly express
what my tongue
can never describe




I said to God, "Let me love you."
And He replied, "Which part?"

"All of you, all of you," I said.

"Dear", God spoke, "you are as a mouse wanting
to impregnate a tiger who is not even in heat.
It is a feat way
beyond your courage and strength.

You would run from me
if I removed my

I said to God again,

"Beloved I need to love you--every aspect, every pore."

And this time God said,

"There is a hideous blemish on my body,
though it is such an infinitesimal part of my Being--
could you kiss that if it were revealed?"

"I will try, Lord, I will try."

And then God said,

"That blemish is all the hatred and
cruelty in this

St. Thomas Aquinas

RUMI - 945 - poem

calls on our souls
not to wait any more
get ready to move
to the original home

your real home
your real birth place
is up here with the heavens
let your soul take a flight
like a happy phoenix

you've been tied up
your feet in the mud
your body roped to a log
break loose your ties
get ready for the final flight

make your last journey
from this strange world
soar for the heights
where there is no more
separation of you and your home

God has created
your wings not to be dormant
as long as you are alive
you must try more and more
to use your wings to show you're alive

these wings of yours
are filled with quests and hopes
if they are not used
they will wither away
they will soon decay

you may not like
what i'm going to tell you
you are stuck
now you must seek
nothing but the source


God is the tree in the forest that
allows itself to die and will not defend itself in front of those with the ax, not wanting to cause them

And God is the Earth that will allow Herself to be deforemed by man’s tools, but She cries, yes, God cries,
but only in front of Her closest ones.

And a beautiful animal is being beaten to death, but nothing can make God break His silence to the masses and say,

“Stop, please stop, why are you doing this
to Me?”

How humble is god?
Kabir wept
when I


i crave
flowers and gardens

open your lips
i crave
the taste of honey

come out from
behind the clouds
i desire a sunny face

your voice echoed
saying "leave me alone"
i wish to hear your voice
again saying "leave me alone"

i swear this city without you
is a prison
i am dying to get out
to roam in deserts and mountains

i am tired of
flimsy friends and
submissive companions
i die to walk with the brave

i am blue hearing
nagging voices and meek cries
i desire loud music
drunken parties and
wild dance

one hand holding
a cup of wine
one hand caressing your hair
then dancing in orbital circle
that is what i yearn for

i can sing better than any nightingale
but because of
this city's freaks
i seal my lips
while my heart weeps

yesterday the wisest man
holding a lit lantern
in daylight
was searching around town saying

i am tired of
all these beasts and brutes
i seek
a true human

we have all looked
for one but
no one could be found
they said

yes he replied
but my search is
for the one
who cannot be found


In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again--
That feeling
That You, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy Lamp
Inside my Heart.

I Heard God Laughing
Renderings of Hafiz
by Daniel Ladinsky

There is a Beautiful Creature
Living in a hole you have dug.

So at night
I set fruit and grains
And little pots of wine and milk
Beside your soft earthen mounds,

And I often sing.

But still, my dear,
You do not come out.

I have fallen in love with Someone
Who hides inside you.

We should talk about this problem--

I will never leave you alone.

I Heard God Laughing
Renderings of Hafiz
by Daniel Ladinsky

Don't be blurry-eyed,
See me clearly-
See my beauty without the old eyes of delusion.

Beware! Beware!
Don't mistake me for this human form.
The soul is not obscured by forms.
Even if it were wrapped in a hundred folds of felt
the rays of the soul's light
would still shine through.

Beat the drum,
Follow the minstrels of the city.
It's a day of renewal
when every young man
walks boldly on the path of love.

Had everyone sought God
Instead of crumbs and copper coins
T'hey would not be sitting on the edge of the moat
in darkness and regret.

What kind of gossip-house
have you opened in our city?
Close your lips
and shine on the world
like loving sunlight.

Shine like the Sun of Tabriz rising in the East.
Shine like the star of victory.
Shine like the whole universe is yours!


Sanctus Spirare

I would bathe
in That:

Lying in communal stillness.
Breathing the peaceful atmosphere
of our Beloved

Sharing the secret
of That
Holy Silent

--Pamela Dawn

Dance when you're broken open.
Dance when you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you're perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,
Maybe you don't hear that tambourine,
or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance.
A brilliant city inside your soul!

You Were Brave in that Holy War

You have done well
In the contest of madness.

You were brave in that holy war.

You have all the honorable wounds
Of one who has tried to find love
Where the Beautiful Bird
Does not drink.

May I speak to you
Like we are close
And locked away together?

Once I found a stray kitten
And I used to soak my fingers
In warm milk;

It came to think I was five mothers
On one hand.

Why not rest your tired body?
Lean back and close your eyes.

Come morning
I will kneel by your side and feed you.
I will so gently
Spread open your mouth
And let you taste something of my
Sacred mind and life.

There is something wrong
With your ideas of

O, surely there is something wrong
With your ideas of

If you think
Our Beloved would not be so





You need to become a pen

In the Sun´s hand.


We need for the earth to sing

Through our pores and eyes.


The body will again become restless

Until your soul paints all its beauty

Upon the sky.


Don´t tell me, dear ones,


That what Hafiz says is not true,

For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny

And you awake to our constant need

for your love


God´s lute will beg

For your hands.



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