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Najmuddin Kubra (1145-1221)

“There are lights which ascend and lights which descend. The ascending lights
are the lights of the Heart. The descending lights are those of the Throne.
The lower self, the ego, is the veil between the Throne and the Heart.
When this veil is wrent and a door opens in the Heart, like springs towards like.
Light rises towards light and light comes down upon light, and it is light upon light.
Each time the Heart sighs for the Throne, the Throne sighs for the Heart.
So they come to meet. Each time a light rises from you, a light comes down towards you;
and each time a flame rises from you, a corresponding flame comes down towards you.”
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Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, 1994, Meditation & Prayer: 2. Light upon Light
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Junayd (835 AD – 910 AD), one of the great Sufis of Baghdad, went early one morning to see Sari al-Saqati. And Sari told him, “Tonight I was given a little inspiration and my soul was told”:

“Oh Sari, I created men and they were bound to me and they were coming to me.
When I showed them the world nine-tenths of them became world bound and one-tenth remained with me. When I told them about paradise, nine-tenths of those who remained desired paradise and only one-tenth remained with me.
When I poured my troubles and my pains upon those who stayed with me, they cried
for help and nine-tenths left and one-tenth remained with me.
I told them, “You neither wanted the world nor paradise, nor did you run away from troubles and pain.”
They said, “You know what we desire.”
I said, “I will pour upon you such calamities that the mountains could not bear their weight.”
They said, “As long as they come from you, it is well with us.”

That is what it means to be a Sufi.
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Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee on “Inner Adab” (2007)
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Syria’s Grand Mufti Hassoun:

I believe in the power of Love. Hatred is something I neither know nor believe in,
even for my enemies. I pray for them.
I am a messenger and do not ask to be rewarded by society,
I ask only that God be pleased with my work.
My brothers and sisters are not only those residing in Aleppo, but the seven billion
who live on Earth.
God is found not only in churches and mosques but in the hearts of all human beings.
Those who kill in the name of God, do not know God.
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Father Dave interviews the Grand Mufti of Syria – Dr Ahmad Badreddin Hassoun (25 April 2015)

Father Dave: http://www.fatherdave.org

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“In every seeking soul there is a portion, be it small or great, of the light of God.
Everyone who strives has intuition, be it perfect or imperfect.
Knowledge did not end with one people so that the doors of heaven are shut behind
them and the rest of the world is denied the possibility of obtaining more.
Rather the giver of knowledge, who stands at the clear horizon, is not stingy
with the unseen. The most evil age is the one in which the carpet of striving
has been rolled up. In which the movement of thought is interrupted, the
door of revelations bolted and the path of visions blocked.”

Sheik Shihab al-Din Yahya Suhrawardi (1154-1191) as quoted by Pir Zia Inayat-Khan

via https://goldensufi.org/MP3/SC_08/SC7_Sufism_Contribution_to_Planetary_Culture1.mp3
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XI

The peach petals would like to stay,

But moon and wind blow them on.

You won’t find those ancient men,

Those dynasties are dead and gone.

Day by day the blossoms fall,

Year by year the people go.

Where the dust blows through these heights,

There once shone a silent sea.
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(From “Cold Mountain Poems” translated by Gary Snyder)
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IV. Death by Water – T.S. Eliot

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
and the profit and loss.

A current under the sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.

Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
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(from “The Waste Land” (1922))
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