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©️Samina Iqbal. 2022

©️Samina Iqbal. 2022

After two years of pandemic related restrictions, Canada Day celebrations return to Canada. YAY!!! 🍁🇨🇦PROUD TO BE CANADIAN 🍁🇨🇦 ©️Samina Iqbal. 2022

“I got this lovely message from WordPress right now. It fills my heart with joy. At the same time I realize how quickly time flies past us. It seems like yesterday when I posted my first post with trembling hands. … Continue reading →

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 ©Samina Iqbal. 2021

©Samina Iqbal. 2021

©Samina Iqbal. 2021

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 … Continue reading →

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, … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

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