Deep thoughts about life, soul and existens

[Casanova25]

lets go deep and look at it from a different view.

me and you(the one Who is reading this thread) can confirm that you are alive and living in this moment cuz you breath, laugh, get annoyed, become sad, you have ambitions, hobby, and thoughts. but lets go little deeper, in our thoughts, since you know that you are a self commanding individual, with special reactions and habits?

1. The question is when did i came to exist or what do i remember of existing? you only remember having two legs and walking maybe at age 2.

2. do you remember what you were before age 2? No because you didn't exist

3. If you didn't exist, what are the chances of you(the one who is reading this thread) being brought forward into existens?

4. how did they bring you from being simply nothing into this amazing being?

5. You can't search for your creation place( the day they brought you forward into existens and where it took place and how)

The hadith says that they created all human souls before they breath'ed life into Adams body.
I find it amazing and admirable--> coming from nothing into existing.. Allahs power is unimaginable and God is indeed great

[BeyondQabil]

That song was originally done by Michael W. Smith. Here he's performing live



This one by Casting crowns is simply amazing



A Youtube comment:

Oh my God! Who was I? A liar, gay seeped in homosexuality, fearful, deceiver and manipulator, with a dirty mind. BUT...YOU said I LOVE YOU! And you did. You washed me clean, removed causes of homosexuality, gave me power and character, truth and beauty. Jesus, it`s sooo good to be the man that I was created to be, with homosexuality and its`relatives gone to hell where they belong.
Who am I ? A son. People, God is good

[BeyondQabil]

Don Moen with "Our Father"

[jalaaludin5]

“There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.”


― Rumi

A Man and A Woman Arguing

One night in the desert
a poor Bedouin woman has this to say
to her husband,

“Everyone is happy
and prosperous, except us! We have no bread.
We have no spices. We have no water jug.
We barely have any clothes. No blankets
for the night. we fantasize that the full moon
is a cake. We reach for it! We’re an embarrassment
even to the beggars. Everyone avoids us.

Arab men are supposed to be generous warriors,
but look at you, stumbling around! If some guest
were to come to us, we’d steal his rags
when he fell asleep. Who is your guide
that leads you to this? We can’t even get
a handful of lentils! Ten years’ worth
of nothing, that’s what we are!”

She went on and on.
“If God is abundant, we must be following
an imposter. Who’s leading us? Some fake,
that always says, Tomorrow, illumination
will bring you treasure, tomorrow.

As everyone knows, that never comes.
Though I guess, it happens very rarely, sometimes,
that a disciple following an imposter can somehow
surpass the pretender. But still I want to know
what this deprivation says about us.”

The husband replied, finally,
“How long will you complain
about money and our prospects for money? The torrent
of our life has mostly gone by. Don’t worry about
transient things. Think how the animals live.

The dove on the branch giving thanks.
The glorious singing of the nightingale.
The gnat. The elephant. Every living thing
trusts in God for its nourishment.

These pains that you feel are messengers.
Listen to them. Turn them to sweetness. The night
is almost over. You were young once, and content.
Now you think about money all the time.

You used to be that money. You were a healthy vine.
Now you’re a rotten fruit. You ought to be growing
sweeter and sweeter, but you’ve gone bad.
As my wife, you should be equal to me.
Like a pair of boots, if one is too tight,
the pair is of no use.

Like two folding doors, we can’t be mismatched.
A lion does not mate with a wolf.”

So this man who was happily poor
scolded his wife until daybreak,
when she responded,

“Don’t talk to me
about your high station! Look how you act!
Spiritual arrogance is the ugliest of all things.
It’s like a day that’s cold and snowy,
and your clothes are wet too!

It’s too much to bear!
And don’t call me your mate, you fraud!
You scramble after scraps of bone
with the dogs.

You’re not as satisfied as you pretend!
You’re the snake and the snake charmer
at the same time, but you don’t know it.
You’re charming a snake for money,
and the snake is charming you.

You talk about God a lot, and you make me feel guilty
by using that word. You better watch out!
That word will poison you, if you use it
to have power over me.”

So the rough volume of her talking
fell on the husband, and he fought back,
“Woman,
this poverty is my deepest joy.
This bare way of life is honest and beautiful.
We can hide nothing when we’re like this.
You say I’m really arrogant and greedy,
and you say I’m a snake charmer and a snake,
but those nicknames are for you.

In your anger and your wanting
you see those qualities in me.
I want nothing from this world.

You’re like a child that has turned round and round,
and now you think the house is turning.

It’s your eyes that see wrong. Be patient,
and you’ll see the blessings and the lord’s light
in how we live.”

This argument continued
throughout the day, and even longer.

[BeyondQabil]

Some might say that it looks like a rock concert

Mighty to save by HillSong choir. MenaceMenaceMenace; now let me rush to work.

[jalaaludin5]

Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.

Rumi.

[jalaaludin5]

Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion lops off the bough of weariness.
Passion is the elixir that renews:
how can there be weariness
when passion is present?
Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!

Rumi.

[jalaaludin5]

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all.

Rumi.

[jalaaludin5]

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

Rumi.

[jalaaludin5]

THE DREAM THAT MUST BE INTERPRETED

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,
and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:

A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived
and he dreams he's living in another town.
In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.

We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.


Rumi.

[Casanova25]

@beyondQabiil.. Thanks for posting the original God is Awesome..

IMHO this song beats them all, and the lyrics is just like Dua.

I present to you Whitney Houston at her best..

[Malachite]

@ these niggas posting christian musicians and church songs

[EvolSyawla]

Thanks Jalalaudin. Rumi works are always such a pleasure to read.

[jalaaludin5]

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Bié kèqì

[visious]

@ these niggas posting christian musicians and church songs

@OP when you die you go back to the way you were before you were born.

simple .

plus there is no such thing called a "soul"