‘The Sufi’s book is not of ink and letters; it is nothing but a heart white as snow’ (Mevlana Rumi, Mathnawi II.159)
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Peace, one and all…
I Have Nothing
I have nothing to offer You,
but this threadbare cloth,
this worn garment of me.
I have nothing to offer You,
but this unfolding spiral,
this rising, falling, and rising again.
I have nothing
to offer You,
but me.
(Abdur Rahman, 10th January 2008)
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January 10, 2008 at 11:21 am and is filed under Abdur Rahman's Poetry.
January 10, 2008 at 1:46 pm
Nice poem .
Regards to you and your family ,
Akash
January 10, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Peace Akash,
Thank you for your kind thoughts. Thank you for your warm regards. We’re all well, thanks be to God.
Insha Allah, you and yours are well too…
Abdur Rahman