This phase of my life called being hit by swimming and Sufism.
Being weightless on the water surface & being mystified by the Sufi music. Swimming underwater and & reveling the age old theology. The summersaults & the stories of the Nasuridin Hodjha….seem to be paired up. :-D
Sufism is neither a religion nor a cult nor a sect, nor is it only from the East or from the West. Sufism is wisdom, an open door to Truth; the wise feel sympathy towards all beliefs, while at the same time avoiding speculation upon abstract concepts. As if all mammals can swim without any artificial assistance. Just by instinct. The word Sufi, according to Greek and Arabic etymologies, means 'wisdom' for the one and 'purity' for the other. In reality, Sufism is the essence of all religious ideals coming from Islam, Greek philosophy, Hinduism and the Zorashtrian, and has even been appropriated during different periods of history by large cultural and religious streams, without ever losing its own universal identity.
One has to encourage the rejection of wealth and class distinctions, Base themselves on the simpler lives and model the poor wandering are designations of the Sufism. The spiritual maturation…how shall I explain it…It’s like "Speech is born out of longing, true description from the real taste.
The one, who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of something
In whose presence you are blotted out? And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?"
Read Rumi and Kabir.
You give up every thing you ever had in order to possess everything again you want to. You blank out to nil and restart all over again in search of all you wanted… Hmm…I would like to be Sufi monk then…to decide what is my freedom for me…
Nasrudin appeared at court wearing a magnificent turban and asking for money for charity. 'You come here asking for money, yet you are wearing an extremely expensive turban on your head. How much did that extraordinary thing cost?' asked the sultan.
'Five hundred gold coins,' replied the wise Sufi.The minister muttered: 'That's impossible. No turban could cost such a fortune.'Nasrudin insisted: ‘I did not come here only to beg, I also came to do business. I paid all that money for the turban because I knew that, in the entire world, only a sultan would be capable of buying it for six hundred gold coins, so that I could give the surplus to the poor.'The sultan was flattered and paid what Nasrudin asked.
On the way out, the wise man said to the minister: ‘you may know the value of a turban, but I know how far a man's vanity can take him.'