Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Do Not Sink Into Sadness..
The grieving chest will find honey;
Do not let the heart rot.
The manic hysterical head will find peace;
Do not sink into sadness.
If the way the Milky Way revolves,
ignores your desires for one or two times,
do not sink into sadness :
all turning goes as it will.
Do not sink into sadness,
even though the mysteries of the other world
slip past you entirely.
There are plays within plays
that you cannot see.
When you are lost in the desert,
full of longing for the Kaaba,
and the Arabian thornbush pierces your feet,
do not sink into sadness.
Although the way station you want to reach
and the goal distant,
do not sink into sadness :
All roads do have an answer.
~ Hafez (1315 ~ 1390)
( Will write in detail about the poetry of Hafez a little later.. Not in a mood now..)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
"You could not step twice into the same river, for other waters are ever flowing on to you."
Can i jump into the same JNU again?
I felt an intense vibe around the tomb of Amir Khusrau housed in the dargah under the embracing branches of a Neem tree. And as it had happened last time, which still remains vivid in my memory, I was not able to feel much around the tomb of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya housed in a separate dargah which is just a little far away from that of Amir Khusrau's. I was wondering why i was feeling a heightened intensity of the kundalini inside the dargah of the disciple and not that of the Master's. Should it not be the other way round? Shanaa had also vouchsafed my discovery. It is not that the antenna of my kundalini is too acute to sniff out the extra-ordinary anywhere. But most of time, it never fails much to the chagrin of Devi and the Others!
It made me to intuitively realise that after the burial of Amir Khusrau, who died within a few months after the passing away of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya, Nizamuddin Auliya had secretly decided to shift base on a Moonlit Thursday night during the spring of 1325 AD. On a particular Full Moon night, the ruffling leaves of the Neem tree bursted into mellifluous songs of khayal and tarana so beautifully created by Amir Khusrau. It made the guards of both the dargahs to slowly enter into a trance and they gradually fell asleep one after the other. Nizamuddin Auliya waited till the last guard to fall asleep and then, he quietly got out of his dargah, looked up at the enchanting Moon and ran across to Amir Khusrau to hug him with love, dissolving the grief of separation from each other. Since then, both the master and his most beloved disciple are living in the same dargah of the disciple, continuing to bless the searching travellers with joy and bliss..