Sakinah Abdul Aziz

One day the sun admitted, I am just a shadow. I wish I could show you The Infinite Incandescence That has cast my brilliant image! I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The astonishing Light Of your own Being! - Hafiz

Kipling's poem shall be one of the things I will put up at my desk.  Sometimes we forget these things. If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and star...

Trust your wound to a Teacher’s surgery. Flies collect on a wound. They cover it, those flies of your self-protecting feelings, your love for what you think is yours. Let a Teacher wave away the flies and put a plaster on the wound. Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the Light enters you. And don’t believe for a moment that you’re healing yourself. - Rumi

Come, come, whoever you are.  Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.  It doesn't matter.  Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.  Come, yet again, come, come. ― Rumi Yet again, another Rumi poem :)

I absolutely love this poem by the spiritual Sufi poet, Rumi. I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you. - Rumi

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me. — Pablo Neruda

Immense et Rouge Immense et rouge Au-dessus du Grand Palais Le soleil d'hiver apparaît Et disparaît Comme lui mon coeur va disparaître Et tout mon sang va s'en aller S'en aller à ta recherche Mon amour Ma beauté Et te trouver Là où tu es. - When Kamal read this in French class, I can't help but to ask him for that piece of paper. I find this poem beautiful. Perhaps it's simple (or rather, my French vocabulary is that limited heh), or short, but I like it (: At least looking at romantic poetry is better than dwelling on the many tests and assignments and presentations I will be facing soon after the recess week *inhales

You know, it's quite interesting to see how I'm intrigued by my own past blog entries in my livejournal. Those were the days where I used to put in the effort in posting pictures, sharing more song lyrics, daily conversations and shenanigans, funny videos, my favourite lines from my favourite movies and the interesting days I had. Gosh, is this part of growing up when I just stop trying to make things interesting anymore around here? Heh. Well, technically, if my mom hadn't told me that she was actually reading my livejournal, I would have stayed there. Hmm. Found this! Like. The Square Root of 3 by Kumar Patel I’m sure that I will always be A lonely number like root three The three is all that’s good and right Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath the vicious square root sign I wish instead I were a nine For nine could thwart this evil trick with just some quick arithmetic I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321 Such is my reality, a sad irrationality When hark! Wha...

"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." - Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi