In Morocco, they often turn their duas into poems. I remember asking a brother for dua before iftar and he and all around him broke out into a song. The song, as powerful as it is beautiful, becomes widespread amongst the people just as music does today. The result: thousands upon thousands of people across…
O my soul, come, cast away from fantasy, O my soul, come, cast away from fantasy, Dive into this sea of love if you would see With your heart’s eyes wonders known in prophecy. ♦ Lovers follow Love alone as their imam, Drunk within but outwardly serene and calm, Love is older than all else…
He who seeks the signs of Beauty Shuns his self, then shuns his self. He for whom union’s the duty Shuns his self, then shuns his self. ♦ He who fasts from passing pleasures, At the Eid knows Love itself; He who hears of Beauty’s treasures, Shuns his self, then shuns his self. ♦ East…
On the Path of Knowledge 