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Courtesy of   Spiritual Awakening Radio with James Bean "The mystical utterances of Rumi and other great Sufi Masters speak directly to the heart. They encourage us to see the hidden Light, to discover Divine Secrets, to perceive the Way that lovers can find their Beloved. The Sufis, through their poems and ecstatic revelations are attempting to share their Secrets with the world, or at least with those discerning souls who find their words to be not only nice poetry, but something much more?�?soul-expressions coming from lovers caught up in the divine bliss of a Higher Reality." Rumi: Sufi Poetry & an Exploration of Sufi Mysticism- Part 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

Bas ek waqt ka khanjar meri talash mein hai, Jo roz bhes badal kar meri talash mein hai Main katara hun mera alag vajud to hai, Hua kare jo samandar meri talash mein hai, Main devata ke tarah qaid apne mandir mein, Wo mere jism ke bahir meri talash mein hai, Main jisake hath mein ik phul deke aaya tha, Usi ke hath ka patthar meri talash mein hai, The dagger of time is in search for me, Changing forms daily, in search for me, If I am but a drop, I still have an existence, He who is the ocean is in search for me, Like an idol, I am caged in my own temple, Outside of my physical body, he is in search for me, He in whose hands I had left a flower before leaving, Rocks and pebbles from their hands are in search for me, - Krishan Bihari Noor

       ~ Wishing All Moms a Happy Mother's Day ~             ~ Sunday, May 14, 2017 in United States ~ ~ Rumi's Tribute To Mothers ~   ~ Selected Rumi Poems from his Masnavi & Divan ~   My mother, she is simply the best mom ever. My father, he is pure perfection and greatness. I'm joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy! When a mother cries out to her infant: "Come my child, let me breastfeed you, It's me, your mom, talking to you." Does a hungry baby ever respond: "Show me the proof first that you're my mom, Before I get comforted sucking your milk?" A mother is naturally soft, fragile, and special, Yet she fiercely protects her child Like a seasoned hunter chasing down a prey. A mother would travel a  thousand miles For the sake of her child's  Happiness and w ell-being. A mother instinctively lets loose a hundred "Oh No...Oh God No.." cries of despair, When her child is going through hard times. When a ...