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http://veracorda.com/index.php This murshida was no softie....

https://fourthwaysufischool.org/ ....a subtle and penetrating experience into the presence of Oneness

Dennis sings the songs of Joe Miller....Theosophist, Buddhist, Sufi and what else? https://ruhaniat.org//lin/godparents/95-joe-and-guin-mille

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https://thejoyoflivingblog.wordpress.com//hush-listen-o-l/

Light is returning. Keep shining.

https://www.focusonvictoria.ca/earthrise/57/ Father Charles Brandt, who died in late October, was a tireless advocate of the idea of nature as a sacramental commons in which all living things, including us, have dignity and place.

Divine Flashes (Lama’at) Fakhruddin ‘Araqi The Morning of Manifestation sighed, the breeze of Grace breathed gently,... ripples stirred upon the sea of Generosity. The clouds of Abundance poured down the rain upon the soil of preparedness; so much rain that the earth shone with Light. See more

Beloved, I sought you by Fakhruddin Iraqi Beloved, I sought you... here and there, asked for news of you from all I met; then saw you through myself and found we were identical. Now I blush to think I ever searched for signs of you. Fakiruddin Iraqi lived in the 13th century and was a spiritual buddy of Rumi... English version by William Chittick and Peter Lamborn Wilson Original Language Persian/Farsi

http://www.atumokane.com/video/PirVilayat_InnerFreedom.mp4

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Shahabuddin Video Bits 3 otSpnhgrctonsmoredts ---This Is Who We Are --- What We Are--- - - - It Is What We Were Made For - - - SRI AUROBINDO - Savitri, Book III, Canto IV... "I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn, The great creators with wide brows of calm, The massive barrier-breakers of the world And wrestlers with destiny in her lists of will, The labourers in the quarries of the gods, The messengers of the Incommunicable, The architects of immortality. Into the fallen human sphere they came, Faces that wore the Immortal’s glory still, Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God, Bodies made beautiful by the spirit’s light, Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire, Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy, Approaching eyes of a diviner man, Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul, Feet echoing in the corridors of Time. High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss, Discoverers of beauty’s sunlit ways And swimmers of Love’s laughing fiery floods And dancers within rapture’s golden doors, Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth And justify the light on Nature’s face." from a recent post by Doug Kerrisk of NZ

George Wahl writes: My my my said I And then one day My my drifted away with a sigh Perhaps nothing matters ... with yet another sigh But the heart said hello It's nothing but love

NABI A torch in the darkness, A staff during my weakness, A rock in the weariness of life, Thou, my Master, makest earth a paradise. Thy thought giveth me unearthly joy, Thy light illuminateth my life's path, Thy words inspire me with divine wisdom, I follow in thy footsteps, which lead me to the eternal goal. Comforter of the broken-hearted, Support of those in need, Friend of the lovers of truth, Blessed Master, thou art the Prophet of God.

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https://mysticmorningblog.wordpress.com/ Purgatorium Job Openings....

I am but a mere moth drawn to your light drawn to the heat... let my body burn up in your fire this mere moth offers its life to you for something deep inside yearns for something deep inside hungers for something deep inside craves a return to the light I surrender I am yours

After the Dzogchen retreat on Denman Island, I went back into my old stories and found this story I wrote when I had first been introduced to Dzogchen in my Toronto Sufi group sometime in the '90's. The painter of Lulu is E.J.Gold. Here's the story... Lulu’s Riddle It’s bloody noisy...Continue reading