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?Ho am I
?Ho am I
I am the colorful spring butterfly
,I am the buds of roses and flowers
Bee foods
I am the one who flies upon the river
I am also the path for birds and flamingo’s
I am a child, despite my old age
I am old, despite my youth
I am the happiness of the fish, swimming in my destiny
I am the lights of pure ocean water
?Did you know who am I
I am the pirate of hearts, on the boats of time
I stroll around the seas looking for someone who knows me
Call me by my name
I am the door that contains many exits
I am the beautiful eternal symphony
Who am I?
Know me
Know me
I am your required holy shrine
Hear your hidden secret
Rejoice your terrified chest in peace,
I cursed hate with my will
In the ocean of truth there is nothing else required, except your work without sin.
Who is moving who?
Who is moving who?
Leaves fall from the trees
And they say the wind is the cause
Water moves on the surface of the sea
And they say the wind is the cause
The stone slides off the slope
And they say the wind is the cause
O "Time", who moves the winds?
Meditation?
Meditation?
Meditation lights the way
The disappearance of pride opens the world of revelation
And the invocation protects the companion
What did you offer?
What did you offer?
What did you offer, my friend ?
What if you are the tree that always blossom ?
What if you were a nomad-friendly oasis well ?
What if you were the sweet fruit ?
What if you are the rain reviving plants, animals and humans ?
What if you were a breeze of longing?
What if you were the doctor for every ailment?
What if you were a companion without estrangement?
What if you were the wise man?
What if you were the kind words all the time?
What if it was your last day?
He is just is!
When I am or not ,
There is only the Almighty One.
Mirror, I am on the shore of the moonlight
I meditate and observe
I am the draw on a landscape
In the colors of love I manifest
In the face of the greatest memories I am
When I am or not
There is only the Almighty One.
The path of behavior
The path of behavior
I rushed, my Lord, after I deserted the iron chairs
Then I came, my Lord, after I broke the wooden ones
So I threw the dictionary of broken letters at fictitious pen houses.
When I went to your sanctuary, I prostrate at your door as I had hoped.
Whenever I read my self with an intellectual tongue, my inner shouted:
Oh my friend, the revelation of the secrets of behavior is the dance of the existence...
Come with me until the end of prostration.
Drink ...and quench...
Go up the wings of the lights and choose....
Choose your instinct.
The winner road.
موقع الطريقة الشاذلية الدرقاوية الروسية الحسنية.
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