Rabia of Basra (c.717-801).
I need the Lord of the Kaaba; what good is the Kaaba to me? Buber, Ecstatic Confessions, P. 31.
She said, "I am consumed by an inner wound of my heart, which can only be healed through union with my friend, I shall remain sick until I achieve my goal on the Judgement Day." Ibid., P.31.
One day He did not leave after
the perfect stillness
and the greatest excitement, and most profound act,
and the word almost as complete
as His name.
Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
So beautiful appeared my death – knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.
“die before you die,” said the Prophet
Have wings that feared ever
touched the Sun?
I was born when all I once
feared – I could
The soul does not understand the word seasons. The
petals on the sun can only be touched now.
The beauty of dried flowers, how can they
The cure for me was His beauty, the remedy –
for me was to
putting my hands on a pot, on a broom,
in a wash
but it was easier to fly slicing
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
that dissolve, that
Would you come if someone called you
by the wrong name?
I wept, because for years He did not enter my arms;
then one night I was told a
Perhaps the name you call God is
not really His, maybe it
is just an
I thought about it, and came up with a pet name
for my Beloved I never mention
All I can say is-
Maybe if I brought the moon a little closer
lovers would argue
They might hold hands outside and point to
the heavens and say,
“I think God is up to
There is a powerful delegation in us that
lobbies every moment for
How will you ever find peace
unless you yield to love
the way the gracious earth
does to out hand’s
I could not move against this wind if I did not pray.
And all that is said of me that is untrue
would make lame my gait if I
could not free myself from
the weight of other’s
I could not move against all His light
if I did not
See how things become: what a change
can happen, when we find a way
to keep Him
Those who are trusted by others
I know how it will be when I die,
my beauty will be so extraordinary that God will worship me.
He will not worship me from a distance, for our minds will have wed,
our souls will have flowed into each other.
How to say this: God and I
will forever cherish
When God said, “My hands are yours,” I saw that I could heal any
creature in this world;
I saw that the divine beauty in each heart
is the root of all time
Until we know that God lives in us
and we can see Him
a great poverty
There is a dog I sometimes take for a walk
and turn loose in a
when I can’t give her that freedom
I feel in debt.
I hope God thinks like that and
is keeping track of all
the bliss He
It acts like love – music,
it reaches toward the face, touches it, and tries to let you know
His promise: that all will be okay.
It acts like love – music, and
tells the feet, “You do not have to be so burdened.”
My body is covered with wounds
this world made,
but I still longed to kiss Him, even when God said,
“Could you also kiss the hand that caused
for you will not find me until
It does that-music-helps us
The moon was once a moth who ran to her lover,
they embraced, and she ultimately passed away
with such a smile everywhere on
Over a period of time, her wings fell to the earth
and sanctified the meadows.
Angels came and buried the limbs
that touched His mouth.
The moon was once a moth who ran to God,
Now just her luminous soul remains
and we gaze at it
I am always holding a priceless vase in my hands.
If you asked me about the deeper truths
of the path and I told you
it would be like handling sacred relics to you.
But most have their hands tied
that is, most are not free of events their eyes have seen
and their ears have heard
and their bodies have felt.
Most cannot focus their abilities
in the present, and
might drop what
So I’ll wait; I don’t mind waiting until
your love for all
I hear talk about the famous.
I hear talk about different cities.
The most intimate events of families come to my ears.
I hear about temples and
All that can be said I have heard.
All that can be wanted I
My interest in this world has waned, though
not because I am
A fish in a bowl I was
a bottom feeder,
but now I nurse
upon a breast
My understanding used to be like a stream
that easily described all along the banks as its ken moved
through the world.
When I entered God, my vision became like His,
it flooded out over existence,
I knew no limits.
The future I can now see with as much certainty
as the past.
If I stretched my arm its full length
I could caress any creature in this universe;
and Rabia does not
Thus going to bed one night
I knew a thief would be breaking
in at 3 A.M.,
so I wrote a note and put it on my door,
“Could you wait till 4?”
for the passions in prayers
usually starts to wane
sweet that way,
trying to coax the world to dance.
Look how the wind holds the trees in its hands
helping them to
Look how the sky takes the fields and the oceans
and our bodies in its arms, and moves
all beings toward
God must get hungry for us; why is he not also
a lover who wants His lovers
is my teacher
helping me to know He
Since no one really knows anything about God,
those who think they do are just
So amazing this choir of
socks, shoes, shirt, skirt, undergarments,
earth, sky, suns, and
No wonder I too, now,
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