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| sista |
| 04/08/03 at 22:44:28 |
| [slm] Nothing can survive in a vacuum No one can exists all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's enough to learn To share our pleasures We can't sooth pain with sympathy All that we can do is be reminded -- We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing In a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing In a wind tunnel Facing down the future coming fast It's just the age It's just a stage -- We disengage -- We turn the page... Looking at The long-range forecast Catching all the names in the news Checking out The state of the nation Learning the environmental blues Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, And pieces that don't fit How can anybody be enlightened? Truth is after all so poorly lit [wlm] |
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| a_Silver_Rose |
| 04/08/03 at 23:50:28 |
| [slm] very true thanx 4 posting it |
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| rajullunyas-aa |
| 04/11/03 at 13:43:46 |
| [slm], GREAT THANKZ FOR POSTING JAZAAKALLAHU KHAIRAN |
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| sista |
| 04/11/03 at 20:43:05 |
| [slm] I have a kindly friend who posts these to me...poetry has such a wonderful way of illuminating life's truths and beauty, like a deep reflecting pool... Here's another one...enjoy! (And, I hope, benefit inshallah :)) [wlm] ************************************************************ Hand over fist Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper Cut the paper to the bone Hand over fist Paper around the stone Scissors cut the paper And the rock must stand alone "Hand over hand Doesn't seem so much Hand over hand Is the strength of the common touch" "Take a walk outside yourself In some 'exotic' land Greet a passing stranger Feel the strength in his hand Feel the world expand" I feel my spirit resist But I open up my fist Lay hand over hand over Hand over fist |
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| paula |
| 05/27/03 at 00:54:48 |
| [slm][size=2][font=Verdana] Your Friend has some truly beauitful poetry Sister Sista.... Mashaa' Allah Jazak Allahu Khairan --------------- To Allah Author Unknown Sitting alone on a windswept mountain, The thoughts that come to me are wordless Filling me with nothing but gladness For, as long as You remember me, I am not truly alone. In my darkest hour, Tinged with fragile bitterness, I find You in Your infinite Grace & Mercy - A part of You in the center of my whirlwind soul & I find the path again. This is the way I must go - The road that Sufis take home - Empty of the extra things that serve To trample the heart & imprison the mind. Will I ever truly know that wealth is nothing & fashion is but fickleness Of the world below? Not till now did I discover That everything is You, the rain & night... So I keep them close to me To have a reason, a light. I want to have the inspiration In that call to prayer, A lonely voice calling without Pretense of airs - "God is great, God is great..." If only I had ninety-nine mountains To carve Your Names upon & if only I had the voice to call with... -- Allahu Akbar -- [/font][/size] [wlm] |
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| paula |
| 06/05/03 at 02:35:38 |
| [slm] [size=2][font=Verdana] On Friendship -- exerpt from "The PROPHET" , by Khalil Gibran (1923) -- (not to be confused... "the prophet" is the title of the book he wrote) [hr] And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship." Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay." And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught. And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. [/font][/size] [wlm] |
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