Thursday, March 22, 2018

Rain of Mercy

When it rains we witness the heavens.

Alhamdolellah

که سر کوی تو از کون و مکان ما را بس

Companion Sohbat

من و همصحبتی اهل ریا دورم باد
از گرانان جهان رطل گران ما را بس

Alhamdolellah I feel empowered with the Grace when I find myself patient where otherwise a few months ago I’d be complaining or feel bitter.
Tonight, in the sleepless wee hours of midnight, I yearned for connectedness and sohbat/company of the wise and the awakened ones. So I opened Threshold Society’s webpage where I stumbled upon Daliah M’s posting and then her blog. What a beautiful soul! Alhamdolellah!
I too, just like her, have been practicing gratefulness and have injected small jesters of awareness in my busiest of daily life; to say the Criwn Cerse upon leaving my home, to recite Ikhlas upon entering work, to read a passage or two of Rumi Pocket Book or the Quran every few hours for inspiration and reorientation. I had the pleasure of listening to Shaikh Kabir’s Interview on Budha at Gas Station where he tells the story of his state of gratitude. Ever since I’m pondering on that. And consciously practicing it too, enshaallah.
I’ve been swifting through my interactions lately. And filtering kindness and consciousness through. Recognizing negativity and sending them prayers of blessing. May you be blessed! As a blessed one won’t be but positive.  I’ve been pondering on how impirtant comany is in helping one to stay present or deviate from it. May we find the Beloved lovers as companions! May we be accompanied by beautiful souls! May there be Light!
Happy Nowruz! May this new beginning of another spring be blessed for all!
Yaa Hay

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An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.