WITHOUT EXPLANATION IN HUMAN TERMS
GENTLE DANCE OF COSMIC GRACE
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
...fall into this silence between the words...
...watch this gap between the outgoing and incoming breath.
And treasure each empty moment of the experience.
Something sacred is about to be born."
Life is a swing;
there is one swing where life touches its innermost being
and brings that out to the material world, striking every heart.
In the waxing and waning of the moon,
the changing tides of the sea,
the alternate seasons
there is a period when nature breathes downward
and dives up something
that is most beautiful and appealing to the heart.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
it is their nature to dance
and it is the tragedy of life when the soul is kept from dancing.
Our craving for comfort and outward satisfaction, our ambition,
our desires are nothing but the longing
to experience that dance, as we know it.
Paradise is pictured by every teacher as a place where there is music and dance. Music itself is dance, poetry is the dance of words, singing the dance of the voice. Only when inspiration comes naturally
it is a life coming from the depth of the individual.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
He said, "This world is like a closed coffin, in which
We are shut and in which, through our ignorance,
We spend our lives in folly and desolation.
When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin,
Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,
But those without will remain locked in the coffin.
So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off,
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers."
Farid ud Din Attar, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'