No more ... By Jafar Alam ...

He was a victim of her insanity.
He told her to take her pretty smile out of his way,
and let him go by with his pain.
It could be, that he was a thorn to her.
Thorns can't hurt flowers.
Maybe he made a mistake,
wedding his soul to hers.
Even the sun cannot live
alongside the moon.
She came knocking on his door.
He said " whatta you want?"
She said "Love"
He said " Love don't live here no more". (c)

Impossible isn't a fact ... it's an opinion ...

"Art asks questions, Faith supplies answers: it is important for Faith to allow the Heart a space where it can express with Freedom & Dignity its Simple, Human, Painful questions, which may not always be Beautiful but are never absolutely Ugly."

- Tariq Ramadan

The first word any man writes when he has found himself, his own rhythm, which is the life rhythm is Yes! Everything he writes thereafter is Yes, Yes, Yes - Yes in a thousand million ways. No dynamo, no matter how huge - not even a dynamo of a hundred million dead souls - can combat one man saying Yes!

"Please God, make my words today sweet and tender,

for tomorrow i may have to eat them."

“I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple,
pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion,
and it is The Spirit.”

- Khalil Gibran

"The person who can bring the spirit of laughter
into a room is indeed blessed."

- Bennett Alfred Cerf (1898-1971)

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly"

- Richard David Bach

"If you want to see how ugly the world is,
place something beautiful in it."

-Abiodun Oyewole of the last poets

Do not satisfy the demands of the physical self,

for the more you satisfy it,

the more it demands.

- Fareed Ganj Shakar -

It is none other than He who progresses or journeys as you. There is nothing to be known but He; and since He is Being itself, He is therefore also the journeyer. There is no knower but He; so who are you? Know your true Reality. He is the essential self of all. But He conceals it by ( the appearance of ) otherness, which is "you."

If you hold to multiplicity, you are with the world; and if you hold to the Unity, you are with the Truth .... Our names are but names for God; at the same time our individual selves are His shadow. He is at once our identity and not our identity ... Consider ...


~Ibn 'Arabi

"Don't be afraid that your life will end,

be afraid that it will never begin"

"YOU ARE IN THE CENTRE OF THE LOTUS FLOWER
IN MY HEART WHICH IS IN FULL BLOOM."

-Muhammad Raheem Bawa Muhaiyaddeen (ra)

Jaded Dreams and Empty Promises ...

This is a poem, by a good friend of mine .

A phenominal poet, Faraz 'Veto' Khan

Jaded dreams and empty promises
Have left you so bitter.
Jaded dreams and empty promises
Is all you have to show.
Besides the scars that lie someplace
In your psyche that we call heart
They stole it then ransomed it.
You bought it back of course
But they sold it in pieces
Extorting every valve, vein, ventricle
For all that they could get.
Sold the rest in markets
Where pretty girls with auburn curls
Sell their bodies for acceptance.
Their souls for teenage love.
You are worth more than this.
You are worth more than a kiss
From the green eyed heartthrob’s lips.
His fists cloak his palms
That are like deserts
Engulfed in rivers of destiny
But only your tears run through them.
These same tears give me life
I kiss each one off your face
So I can taste your sorrow
And it tastes like an ocean.
Like the dead sea of phantom lovers
Who offered you the world
That was too heavy for their shoulders.
So you settled for love.
But love proved to be a heavier load
Than the world combined with the skies above.
So you lost hope.
My dear this is different.
Do not let your past be so vindictive
Burn it along with it’s Caspers
Cremate it and impregnate the wind with its ashes
Let the world be your ashtray
A cleansing fire to purify your present
So you can free yourself and fall in love again.
And we will walk with our fingers meshed
Through a Universe filled with possibilities
Our backs basking in the heat
From the bonfire left behind.
Your rose petals whisper in my ear
Your fears of future years to come.
If only you could read my soul
If only you could bite my wrists
And taste what flows in my veins
The residue left on your lips
Would scream your name. (c)

Here's a link to the youtube video of my performance at CBC on March 20

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNAsJwWEXeo

RUMI ...

- I cannot sleep in your prescence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference


- Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.

- Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!

- You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.

- This Love is a King
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.

- Small heroes master their enemies,
big heroes master themselves.

"The thing I hate about advertising is that it attracts all the bright, creative and ambitious young people, leaving us mainly with the slow and self obsessed to become our artists. Modern art is a disaster area. Never in the field of human history has so much been used by so many to say so little"

- Banksy

"Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez from Love in the Time of Cholera

The realization of 'La ilaha illa Allah' is one of the states of the heart that can be neither expressed by the tongue nor thought out by the mind.

- Ibn Ata'ala