Love For Almighty

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O heart, what excuses have you given for all these faults? Loyalties come from him; from you, all these troubles. Kindness comes from him, from you, all this nonsense. Favours come from him; from you, these mistakes. Benevolence, goodness, gifts come from him; from you, this jealousy, these bad thoughts and surmises. Why so many favours? So your bitter soul can become better and sweeter. Why is he pulling you to himself? So you can reach the ones who have attained the truth. The moment you repent your faults and start calling him, that's the moment he pulls you to himself and gets you out of trouble. When you're afraid of the sin you've committed, of asking for his help to get out of it, then, right then, why don't you see the one who scares you inside of yourself? In his hands you are like a small crystal ball. He rolls you, then covers you and throws you in the air just to be amused. Sometimes he leaves you to your own nature, the way you were born. You fall in love with gold, silver and the love of women. But sometimes he shines on you with the light of Mustafa Sallaho Alayhe Wasallam, so that you'll be illuminated. When he pulls you this way, you join with good people.  When he pulls you that way, you mix with bad people. He either passes your ship through this turbulence or breaks and wrecks it. Pray, pray secretly, cry, moan and groan so much through the night that a voice will come to your ear from the seven layers of sky.

                At last at dawn, a voice came to Shuayb alayhe salam’s ear after he yelled and cried and cried and shed tears like the dew. "I’ll pardon you if you're guilty, forgive your sins. If you want the heaven i give you, stop this praying and be silent." Shuayb alayhe salam said, "I don't want this or that. Clearly, i want to see the beauty of god. To reach him, even if the seven seas become fire, i will plunge in and pass through them. "If you expel me from your temple, deprive me of that beauty, if my wet eyes don't see that beauty, i might as well stay in hell. Heaven is not for me." "At least, don't cry so much," they said. "When you cry so much, your eyes lose their sight." "If, at the end, both my eyes see him, why should i worry about becoming blind? My every particle will turn into eyes. "If my eyes are deprived of seeing him, if they don't deserve the beloved, let them become blind." in this world, everyone gives life for his own beloved. One beloved is a bag of blood, the other is sunlight. Since everyone chooses a beloved, good or bad, isn't it sad for us. To become nothing for nothing?

              One day on the road someone became a companion to Hazrat Bayazid. Bayazid asked, "O bad man, what do you do?" the man said, "I ride a donkey. I've become a slave to the donkey." Hazrat Bayazid said, "Go away," then said, "my god, kill this man's' donkey so that he can become a slave to god.”

~ Shirazian

Cup-Bearer

#Awesomeshake

Hey cup-bearer, today you and I exist here and have fallen into deep water. Let's find out who knows how to swim. If a flood covers the earth with waves as big as camels, the birds don't have to worry. They think of nothing while flying in the sky. Our face shines with gratitude. We are mixed like fish into the waves of the sea. Sea and flood give life to fish and make them livelier. Hey master, give us a boat hey water, rise engulf us with your waves. O Musa alyhe salam, hit the sea with your staff. This wine causes a different kind of drunkenness in every head, but the love of that cup-bearer is enough for me. You can have the rest of it. The cup-bearer grabbed all the drunks' hats yesterday. Today he's serving cup after cup of wine to take our mantles away. Hey beautiful one, of whom the moon and Jupiter are jealous, you are with me secretly, like a fairy, pulling me nicely, but not telling me where you're leading me. Hey the light of my eyes wherever i go, you are with me. If you want, pull me toward the tavern, make me drunk, or pull me toward nothingness. Annihilate me! We also want manifestation. Every moment god manifests, and every moment the mountain is broken into pieces. A time comes when it becomes green, another time, extremely white, clear and beautiful. One time it becomes pearl, then later, red amber. The ones, who want to reach him, see him; look in the mountain places where he manifests. Hey mountain, what kind of wine did you drink? We've become drunk. Come, hey friend, come. Owner of the garden, gardener, why do you hold me? Why don't you let me free? If i eat the grape, you take my turban. My beloved whose light comes from behind the curtains, your light and warmth are like summer for me. Take me to the rose garden. My heart is fiery like summer.  Salve for the eyes of my soul, where did you go? Come; come, so the water will spring from our oven. Come, so the barren land will be green, the cemeteries will become a garden, and grapes will ripen, come and see how this sticky mud got stuck to our soul. We can’t get rid of it. The kindness of your face has changed so many thorns into so many rose gardens that our faith has been acknowledged hundreds of thousands of times. Hey eternal love, in order to deliver our soul out of this dungeon, how beautifully you show your face from behind this mould. My bright morning, make joy during the time of gloom. Show in the evening a bright, wonderful day. You make pearls out of blue beads. You scare Venus. You make kings out of the penniless. Good for you, where are the eyes that can see a trace of your dust? Where are the ears that hear our testament? Where is the mind that understands our evidence? If the heart sees the beauty and tells of its grace and favours, taste and flavour will sing songs at the bottom of our every tooth. The sound of drums coming from the land of soul says, “Particles are reaching wholeness, sweet basil to sweet basil, rose to rose. Everything is becoming free from the jail of our thorns.”

~ Shirazian

Sometimes Its Just Me

- Shirazian

You’re the princess of my body and soul! The one who makes me smile and show her teeth! The one who puts salve on my body's and soul's eyes! The moon is embarrassed seeing your light and your height. My blood should be sacrificed, when my heart sees you it says "Divine fate has come, Divine fate has come". Sometimes I become a ball for you, fitting the curved end of your club. Sometimes you call me into places of fun. Sometimes you push me into places of trouble. Sometimes you put me to sleep. Sometimes you send me to reason. Sometimes you throw me to the world of existence. Sometimes to the desert of absence, he gives thanks to the almighty. Sometimes he yells and screams. Alas! Sometimes he goes to serve Sheen, other times he becomes drunken crazy one. You torment the soul, make him crazy insane. Sometimes you make him enjoy solitude. Sometimes you make him fond of ostentation and hypocrisy. Sometimes he wants gold then other times spreads earth on his head. Sometimes he thinks he's Caesar. Sometimes he wears old patched and worn-out mantles. What a strange tree he is? Sometimes an apple, Sometimes a pumpkin, at one time he yields poison at another sugar. He causes trouble, Sometimes and other times he is the remedy. What a strange river he is? Sometimes he becomes water, Sometimes blood. He turns into ruby colours wine or milk or Sometimes health-giving honey. Sometimes he weaves knowledge in the heart. Sometimes he destroys one's knowledge. Sometimes he achieves superiority other times he sees every trouble and misfortune. One day he becomes master, one day he turns into a tiger then a dog. Sometimes he becomes a mean enemy, other times he becomes a father mother or kid. Sometimes he becomes a thorn, then a rose. Sometimes he is the vinegar and other times the wine. Sometimes he plays the drum. Sometimes he becomes a drum and is hit by a mallet. Sometimes he falls in love with his five senses and six dimensions. Sometimes he wants good spirits but Sometimes like a lost camel in the desert, he wanders around. Sometimes his aims and hopes are as deep as a well-digger's. Sometimes he is among the treasures of a king’s who hides his treasures and ascends to the sky in the end. When your grace opens his way, my Sheen sings one tune and is saved from changing from colour to colour. He becomes crazy and dips into one colour like an early morning sun. He dives into the sea like a fish. His garden, his meadow, his country become sea, his coffin, his grave and everything else are dead a plague to him except that sea. When he slips out of those colours, god's colour appears to do god's wishes. He is saved from malice, from modesty. He is saved from running and stopping like the millstone turning around the pin he is saved from 'come and go'.

"We open your door, so you can keep your friend next to you; we merge your coming generation with you. This is the reward of love we tie your waist tightly. Really we forgive your sins, you just gave thanks to god, that's the reason thanks bring contentment".  - A voice from his soul

The door of explanation is closed, it is better for us to be silent.

- Shirazian

My Sweetened Rose

If My Life Was A Rose Petal, I Would Have 
Been Pinned To Your Hairs.

#Awesomeshake
- Shirazian

You’re the restless wind of me, which doesn't stop anywhere. Say this to the rose: “my rose, the one who escaped from the rose garden, to be made into rose petal preserve by mixing with sugar”. Hey rose you were sugar originally and you deserve the sugar “sugar is good, to be a rose is also good but to be loyal is better than both”. Touch your cheek to the cheek of sugar and get the taste of it. Give perfume to it; try to alleviate the pain of separation with the help of sugar. Once you become the conserve of roses then you are food for the soul and light for the eyes. Pull your heart away from the rose; it's different now you were living with thorns which are just like the mind who is the friend of soul. Ascend from earth to the sky stage by stage until you meet him. When you walk among the people you walk on a secret path from garden to garden, you go to the source where all these forms and shapes appear. Rose, you are a rare bird flying the opposite way of others, because your news comes from that other direction, leave your arms and wings come without head or feet. Rose you've seen all, that's why you're smiling at the world. Sheen, strong healthy brave! Roses are raining from the sky to the rose garden shouting and “Anyone who wants stairs to the sky should throw his soul to grief”. Come to your senses now; try to get out of the bottle of the master who makes rosewater like sweat, become like a soul out of its container. Once I was like you, now I've become soul, come you must become soul too, you'll have good luck, good fortune and a very rosy face. When I say 'conserve of roses' I mean the grace of god and our existence, you see our existence is like iron and god's grace is like the magnet. The mind is like a mirror, the mirror maker causes torture with his flames because he doesn't want us. He says "I want you without you". Hey the one who says words smells like musk! Come back to yourself there is no end to these talks and I won't tell anyone the things you've told me. Sheen of Shiraz let me tell the secret. Without sound, without colour, without smell, if there is no sun there will be no light of dawn.

He: - Agar mein phool ban ker tumhary zindagee me murjhaa gaya tou?

She: - Agar shakker wale paani ko ek baar pikar phir uss paani me phool rakha jae tou phool nahi murjhate. issi tarah apni meethi si mohabbat ke paani me aapko rakhege hum, phir aap nahi murjhaoge.

- Shirazian

Fun Of Love !

#Awesomeshake 

That man's feet got stuck in the mud in our neighbourhood, let me tell you his story. Do you remember the proverb "the eye becomes blind when fate comes?” he used to boast cruelly tuck up his trousers, so they wouldn't touch the ground. He used to walk pompously and he made fun of lovers also used to accept love as a plaything or toy. There are so many birds unaware of the trap flying, without knowing that an arrow of trouble is coming from the hand of fate. That man was also dead, drunk and passed out of himself, clapping his hands making fun of lovers and with the illusion of his greatness, he wasn't aware of what was coming to him. He used to raise his head to the sky; gold and silver comes in his pockets. He was exalted by the people's applause by those who knelt down in front of him, and gave foolish talks. Nobility has its own disaster because kindness appears as greatness in man. The ones who fawn create illusion and make the person ill. Man gave money and thinking he was doing favours, actually he didn't create that money, so how could someone be generous with someone else's money? He became a sack filled with air, he was an ant then changed into a snake and finally into a dragon. Love is like the staff of prophets with the divine secret, love threw an arrow from ambush and he was bent like a bow from the wound of that arrow, he fell suddenly to the ground like a man with a seizure, started growling and convulsing, he lost everything and became disreputable. Even his enemies felt sorry for him, his relatives cried as if there were a death in the family. He realized his state and started crying, his face became pale like saffron, he had no wound but the one opened by the eyes of a beautiful face with sugar lips. Shall I be more amazed by the arrow of her beauty or by her moles? Are her eyes more beautiful than her lips? Is she more disloyal than the world? Let me tell you the secret of how to test lovers and now come back to your senses, free yourself from this secret lock and chain. Open your ears listen, but how can a person open ears if she's out of herself and doesn't know where her ears are? "god does whatever he desires" is the only rule that restores the mind that he was actually an angel, his wings were broken like a mosquito's, he yelled and screamed in torment and started to cry from sheen’s love-telling

“A curtain has been drawn over my eyes” – He said (After few seconds cried & said)

“Since you've gone I’ve been ruined I was separated from you. Alas! Without you life is death please come back to me of your own will. My mind has been pawned to you is there anyone to help me in my grief? My heart is subject to your trials it has fallen in the middle of death's hell and keeps burning”

He was crying. Your hands and feet were safe before whenever fate and accident hit them, but you broke so many times his heart before this moment that now his punishment has found on your feet. Be thankful to god that your punishment came from the side of love, but leave temporary love because real love is god's love. The experienced person puts a wooden sword in the hand of his son simply as a tool for training to love another. Human is like that wooden sword when it ends in disaster, love turns toward a merciful god and the one who desires becomes the desired and the one at the bottom rises to the top with his blessing. Here words become thinner, breath doesn't fit in the mouth & now I want to use tongue-twisting words because it's the right place.

"Who am I? I'm a figure made out of dust" (The one who casts drawings right or wrong many lines on the ground) – He said. Tell these words to Sheen & also

"Love set fire to my beard and burnt me why have you left me?” – He said

"O noble man I left but I came back quickly to tell your situation to the people & your family" – She Said

What could a silly man possibly tell? How could a particle from the sun or a drop from the ocean explain this endless adventure? When he shows you a small piece, you’ll understand the rest just as you do. When merchants show you a handful of wheat from the barn for buying and selling the grain in the silo, when you see the sample you’ll know the rest, you’ll know what kind of flour you'll get, you're also like an old barn dip in your hand and pick up a handful of wheat from the pile, see what kind of wheat you are and then dike it to the mill. This world looks like a mill. This one is like a threshing floor whatever you are here bran or wheat that’s what you are there. Go on, leave this obstinacy o obstinate one. Look that he is waiting, the one who has done his work halfway is rushing.

Voice came to my heart – "Come on now" "O men tell us how you are? Why did you stay in this land of troubles? You're tired and afflicted with incurable pains covered with blood and dirt"

"Watch your hearts, I’ve been wounded, be careful that something like this doesn't happen to you. I used to blame lovers when I saw them suffering, I laughed at them with a heart full of malice and also called them names using bad words" – He said

"Woe to the one who slanders and ridicules people the one who says bad things; he will get back exactly what he says. Is this the mouth of a human or the hole of a snake or a scorpion? Close this hole with mud and straw don't let friends be bitten. Fall in love forget names and titles, leave the grains, leave the trap, name the stone as 'gold' name the sugar as 'grief and suffering' – They Replied

– Shirazian

Arms & Wings Of Love

I Was Broken Because You Changed So Quickly.

#Awesomeshake

Sheen My beloved whose love gives arms and wings to the flyers in the sky of happiness and makes them go higher and higher. Different ecstasies come to the spiritual person through your chains of love "I don't like anything to set" those words are devoid of appearances forms and shapes from you, are seen every moment by those eyes that see hidden things. Hearts are upside down because of you, the earth has turned into a sea of blood, and I cannot call you "moon". Sheen you have been above the moon, above time the mountain is split open with your grief and that grief falls down to the bottom to blaze with glittering flames. All these favours all these beauties have grown and developed because they acquired a drop of blood from your favour and grace. You have created such a great man out of dust, that all the angels are jealous of Sheen & Shiraz. The soul is penniless compared to your wealth, all goods and fortune fall to the ground underfoot. A person reaches the height of the sky if you become his arms and wings, that person carries the sign of beauty on his face and becomes more and more beautiful.

“Assume I’m a thorn a bad one, but the thorn and rose go together” – He Said.

“When a jeweller weighs gold he puts barley, as a weight on the other side of the scale”. – Her Thoughts

Actions go with ideas, “Goods come from the earth, this situation appears in words, and the words are the sign of situations”. – He Said.

The beginning of the universe is confusion tumult. The end is a shake and a quake, love and gratitude are the same as complaints, peace and comfort go hand in hand with jolts, and shakes dawn is the decree of the love of god. The Princess monogram and "the time of union has come now”. Love is interpreted this way, look at the one who is the compassion of the universe, look how he uplifts, gives status to the poor. Mantles are as bright as the moon, whereas shawls smell like roses. Love is the whole thing, we are only pieces. Love is the sea of no end, and we are a drop of it. Without love even the stars are eclipsed extinguished. With love hunched back dal become elif. Once elif loses love, it turns into dal. The word is the fountain of life, because it originates from the love of the knowledge. The real true things don't keep love away from your soul, so that your good deeds may bear fruit and keep growing. The word is enough, even if it is scarce for the one who understands its meaning, but it is never enough for the one who sees only appearances. To them the words are weak and pale; it doesn't matter if too many Novels have been written for her. Wouldn’t it be better if the sea were full of pearls? The camel can keep going stage by stage with the pleasure derived from books.

– Shirazian