‘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…
The Heart is an Eye
The heart is an eye
that sees beyond flesh
to the very essence of things.
The heart is a ship
for carrying us forth
to the blessed shores of eternity.
The heart is a cup,
made to contain
the wine of love.
So may this eye guide our steps,
and this ship carry us forth
and this cup be always overflowing.
(Abdur Rahman, 11th January 2008)
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January 11, 2008 at 11:18 am and is filed under Abdur Rahman's Poetry.
January 11, 2008 at 11:54 am
Beautiful!
January 11, 2008 at 11:57 am
Peace Tess,
Thank you for your kind thought. God bless you always
Abdur Rahman
January 12, 2008 at 3:08 am
The heart is an eye, it sees so much that the naked eye cannot and understand more than it sees.
Lovely poem.
January 12, 2008 at 5:03 pm
Very thoughtful.
January 13, 2008 at 6:26 pm
Perfect and true
What a lovely expression of the heart, which is really not that lump of muscle in our chests, but life itself. The spirit of life is the real mystic heart 
Ya Haqq!
January 14, 2008 at 10:39 am
Peace Raatkiranii,
Welcome again!
God bless you for your kind words. Allah bless you. The heart does indeed see more than our ‘real’ eyes.
Abdur Rahman
January 14, 2008 at 10:39 am
Salaams Dawud,
Jazak Allah. Allah bless you always
Abdur Rahman
January 14, 2008 at 10:40 am
Salaams Irving bhai,
I like your description – ‘not that lump of muscle in our chests, but life itself’ Allah!
Abdur Rahman