In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of Love, where the Sovereignty is illuminated nothing,
Where ecstasy gets poured into itself and becomes lost,
Where the wing is fully alive but has no mind or body?
In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church that dissolves,
That dissolves in God.
— Rabia al-Basri —
Our Light is Love and It is One,
in prostration we acknowledge there is nothing but Light,
the burdens of these hungry bodies cast aside,
we pray for God alone,
may the ego give itself up to God,
asking for forgiveness so that we may shine again,
We are those who fast from every darkness,
reflecting the Light we serve, bringing gifts to the stars around us.
We are Light Bearers always returning
to the One Source where the Beauty of Immaculate Light is revealed.
To the One Source where the Beauty of Immaculate Light is revealed.
“Love all and hate none.
Mere talk of peace will avail you not.
Mere talk of God and religion will not take you far.
Bring out all of the latent powers of your being and reveal the full magnificence of your immortal Self.
Be surcharged with peace and joy, and scatter them where ever you are and wherever you go.
Be a blazing fire of truth, be a beauteous blossom of love and be a soothing balm of peace.
With your spiritual light, dispel the darkness of ignorance;
dissolve the clouds of discord and war and spread goodwill, peace and harmony among the people.
from Muinuddin Chishti’s last talk, in 1233 A.D.