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.

Father Dave interviews the Grand Mufti of Syria – Dr Ahmad Badreddin Hassoun (25 April 2015)

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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

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.
(translated by Gary Snyder)

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.

(from “The Waste Land” (1922))

“The realization that every act, every word, every thought of ours not only influences our environment but for some mysterious reason forms an integral and important part of the Universe, fits into it as if by necessity so to say, in the very moment we do, or say, or think it – is an overwhelming and even shattering experience. The tremendous responsibility of it is terrifying. If all of us only knew that the smallest act of ours, or a tiny thought, has such far-reaching effects as to set in motion forces which perhaps could shatter a galaxy…If we know it deeply and absolutely, if this realization becomes engraved permanently on our hearts, on our minds, how careful we would act and speak and think. How precious life would become in its integral oneness.”

(From “Daughter of Fire” by Irina Tweedie)

Question: How do we see the love of God in the book of nature? We see all around
us fruits and plants and animal life brought to fruition and then to destruction, and
among men cruelty, misery, tragedies and enmities everywhere.

Hazrat Inayat Khan: It is a difference of focus. If we focus our mind upon
all that is good and beautiful we shall see – in spite of all the ugliness that exists
in nature and is especially more pronounced in human nature – that the ugliness will
cover itself. We will spread a cover over it and see all that is beautiful, and to
whatever lacks beauty we will be able to add, taking from all that is beautiful
in our heart where beauty has sufficiently been collected. But if we focus our
mind on all the ugliness that exists in nature – and in human nature – there
will be much of it. It will take up all of our attention and there will come
a time when we shall not be able to see any good anywhere.
We shall see only cruelty, ugliness, wickedness and unkindness everywhere.

Question: In focusing our mind on beauty alone, is there not a danger
of shutting our eyes to the uglinessand suffering which we might alleviate?

Hazrat Inayat Khan: In order to help the poor we ought to be rich, and
in order to take away the badness of a person we ought to be so much more good.
This goodness must be earned, as money is earned. Goodness is earned by
collecting goodness wherever we find it, and if we do not focus on goodness
we will not be able to collect it sufficiently. What happens is that a man
becomes agitated by the absence of goodness he sees, being himself poor
he cannot add to it, and unconsciously he develops in his
own nature what he sees. He thinks, ‘Oh poor person! I should so much
like you to be good’, but that does not help that person. His looking
at badness, his agitation, only adds one more wicked person to the lot.
When one has focused one’s eyes on goodness one will add to beauty, but
when a man’s eyes are focused on what is bad he will collect
enough wickedness for he himself to be added to the number of the wicked
in the end, for he receives the same impression. Besides, by criticizing,
by judging, by looking at wickedness with contempt, one does not help
the wicked or the stupid person. The one who helps is he who is ready to
overlook, who is ready to forgive, to tolerate, to accept the disadvantages
he meets patiently. It is he who can help.

I feel that all the stars shine in me.

The world breaks into my life like a flood.

The flowers blossom in my body.

All the youthfulness of land and water smokes like an incense in my heart; and the breath of all things plays on my thoughts as on a flute.


When the world sleeps I come to your door.

The stars are silent, and I am afraid to sing.

I wait and watch, till your shadow passes by the balcony of night and I return with a full heart.

Then in the morning I sing by the roadside;

The flowers in the hedge give me answer and the morning air listens,

The travelers suddenly stop and look in my face, thinking I have called them by their names.


Keep me at your door ever attending to your wishes, and let me go about in your Kingdom accepting your call.

Let me not sink and disappear in the depth of langour.

Let not my life be worn out to tatters by penury of waste.

Let not those doubts encompass me,-the dust of distractions.

Let me not pursue many paths to gather many things.

Let me not bend my heart to the yoke of the many.

Let me hold my head high in the courage and pride of being your servant.