Spring has sprung the last couple of days. I reminded myself about paying attention to the little things in life. About this time last year, I was discouraged and it was paying attention to small things, things I take for granted like brushing my teeth. I simply began to say, “Take a moment and do this.” It worked, as slowly I found myself seeing the extraordinary and underlying beauty of life. I turned in and found words which sounded like majestic melodies. Sufi poet Ezzeddin Nasafi wrote this poem about building bridges with love. I discovered this begins inside me and moves outwards, a flow and gift from me to the world.
Oh, my friend:
Love makes the world of creation a
possibility
and the ecstasy of ascension a will.
Look around yourself and see a universe
saturated by the fragrance of love.
If there was no loge and the endurance for
such longing, then who could
beautify words
into majestic melodies?
If there was no breeze to gracefully
caress the
hair of the beloved, then how could
the lover
see the revealing face of the beloved?
Such longing is to gracefully return to the
Provider, in the state of perfection.
do not become a slave of worship, but
understand the meaning of worship;
understand the meaning of Divine, Allah,
and practice to be pious and peaceful;
become a true human being, as becoming a
true human being is the key to salvation.
Oh, my friend:
if you have chosen an inner path,
remember
that we all are travelers, our moments are
passing and we are passing with them.
Your wealth will not remain forever
and your
pain will not last, so do not become a
slave to
your wealth nor to your pain.
If you are a person of an inner path,
then you
are a person of peace, so make peace with
yourself and your surroundings.
Teacher as Transformer 
Beautiful post.:)
-Jennifer
Thank you Jennifer.
As the inside, so the outside. That’s what one of my teachers shared with us long ago. Like you, I’ve experienced that to be true! xoM
It is true. It took most of my adult life to come back to what I knew was true.
I’ve observed that, too, Ivon, how the wisdom of our early years is obscured by “conventional” wisdom, which I’ve found to be only conventional and not at all wise! xoM
When we are young, we rush and want efficiency. With age, we find wisdom is always the best way to get the job done.
loved it very much,
I am grateful you did.
Beautiful. We go within or go without. Thank you for this lovely pairing of self reflection and poetry.
You are welcome and thank you for the lovely comment.
Paying attention to the small details is the theme of my life (in retirement from the full-time work).
Doing everything Mindfully, makes the ordinary seems extraordinary.
Which reminds me that I really must re-read some of Thich Nhat Hanh’s books on my shelf.
I think you might enjoy a book called ‘One Hundred Days of Solitude’ written by Jane Dobisz.
The back cover says “Splendidly candid and beautifully written…There have been plenty of other books about solitude and the refreshments emerging out of silence and communion with the natural world but this one is special because of its radiant flints of wisdom about Zen.”
I look forward to reading it. Thank you for the wonderful comment.
Very Nice Post.
In the office of a complement—
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour …
Not familiar with the poet you quoted but his Sufism blasts out loud and clear, I like it~!
Thank you Argus. It was the mystical piece and peace that attracted me to the poem.
Wow! Beautiful poem.
It is. I opened the anthology and this is the poem I saw. It asked to be postedd.