on the way to shivahood….

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There is no end to the love of God. It is an inexhaustible treasure! The more you drink of it, the more thirsty you feel; and ultimately, losing yourself in bliss, you forget yourself and are merged in it. Then, this little individuality will melt away and divinity will take its place; in place of this corpse-like existence, the divine consciousness (Shivahood) will illumine the soul; the dance of death will cease for ever and you will attain to Immortality.

SWAMI VIRAJANANADA

continued contemplation on the Quran, the Bismillah and the Prophet’s Mercy as a compass….

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Muslims use the Ka’aba as a compass for their Salat.  They face Mecca together as one ummah.  In a sense, every Salat is a taste of hajj.   One can prepare for that journey within and recognize the true meaning of life, unloading all that is unnecessary and all that interferes with the the goal of life which is a life of mercy and compassion.

 

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The heart is also a compass and within it is a ka’aba which is Love.  If a Muslim is a paraplegic, it doesn’t mean the lover of the Divine One must stop making salat.  The true salat takes place in the heart.

 

Ya Hu!

The Beloved Prophet, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, shared the secret,

“Whosoever knows himself knows his Lord.”
“Man ‘arafa nafsahu faqad ‘arafa Rabbahu”

Huuuuuuuuu!
La ilaha ill Allah!

Allah confides through Your sacred veins:

“We are nearer to you than your jugular vein.” (Quran 50:16)

Are Hu listening?

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Allah surrounds You with:

“Remember me always and I will remember you.” (Quran 2:152)

 ==== TAWHID!

The Truth = One
The One = Love
The Love = Hu
The Hu = the Eye of the One Heart of the Hu-niverse of the SELF of GOD.

EYE HEART HU!

Come Come Come

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Rumi crying ….

“What can I do, my love?
I’m in love with your face.
Your beautiful eyes make me shy – what can I do?
Each and every moment,
passion rises, peaks, flows;
and I haven’t a clue about what to do, God knows.”
— Rumi-

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
–Rumi—-