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After two years of pandemic related restrictions, Canada Day celebrations return to Canada. YAY!!!
🍁🇨🇦PROUD TO BE CANADIAN 🍁🇨🇦
©️Samina Iqbal. 2022
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©️Samina Iqbal. 2022
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
(Rumi)
©Samina Iqbal. 2022
“I went inside my heart
to see how it was.
Something there makes
me hear the whole
world weeping.“
RUMI
©Samina Iqbal. 2022
The beauty itself is a
screen
to shield and partially
reveal
the light that’s blazing
inside your presence.
Rumi
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
Don”t always be waiting to
see
what’s behind it. That wait
and see
poisons your spirit.
Reach for it.
Hold your meanness to your
chest
as a healing root
and be free with waiting.
Rumi
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
Inside water, a waterwheel turns.
A star circulates with the moon.
We live in the night ocean wondering,
What are these lights?
Rumi
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
This moment this love comes to rest in me,
many things in one being.
In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.
inside the needle’s eye a turning night of stars.
Rumi
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
Rumi
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Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
(Rumi )
(“Dance of soul“, photo by Ahmad Odeh)
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some monetary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Rumi
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
I was sleeping, and being comforted
by a cool breeze, when suddenly a gray dove
from the thicket sang and sobbed with longing,
and reminded me of my own passion.
I had been away from my own soul so long,
So late-sleeping, but that dove’s crying
woke me and made me cry. Praise
to all early-waking grievers!
(Adi-al-Riga)
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
Sometimes life seems
so finely
balanced
that the slightest
breath of air will
send all into madness.
Security does not exist
for everything changes
and all must die.
One must walk with grace
for soon the dance is over
with no curtain calls
to be had.
Balance of Life — Source of Inspiration
Whoever, in devotion, offers Me a
gift, whether it be a flower, a fruit
or water, I accept it as coming from
one who has a pure heart.
The Bhagavad Gita
Orchid Spring Bloom 2021, Eddie’s Garden Photos Thank you everyone for your patience!
“The wine we really drink is our own blood,
Our bodies ferment in these barrels,
We give everything for a glass of this,
We give our minds for a sip.”
Rumi
Samina Iqbal. 2021
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloud cover thick, I try to stay
just above the surface, yet I’m already under
and living within the ocean.
Rumi
©Samina Iqbal. 2021
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