Friday 24 March 2017

By Ghazali,Rumi&IbnArabi

Listen to the reed flute
Sema is the food of the lovers of God,
for within it is the taste of tranquility of mind.

Dance when you're broken open.
Dance when you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you're perfectly free.

Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top, begins.

Maybe you don't hear that tambourine, or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance, A brilliant city inside your soul!

Wednesday 22 March 2017

Tuesday 21 March 2017

terhapuskan

Raunglah, pekiklah

sekuat manapun
Tak terhapuskan.

Jeritlah, teriaklah
sampai kehausan

Terbanglah
Bagai unggas terbang bebas

Bagai layang putus tali

Resah kamu itu tak terubatkan,

sendiri...