<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:24:58.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>redsulphur</title><subtitle type='html'>Islam, Peace, Poetry, Love, Sorrow, Wisdom, Thoughts and Unity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634605764816346</id><published>2006-04-29T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:19:31.006Z</updated><title type='text'>The Body is Too Slow For Me - Rumi</title><summary type='text'> Toward the gardens,    Toward the orchards,    I am going.    If you want to stay here,    Stay here -    I am going!    My day is dark without His Face,    Toward that bright flame    I am going.         My soul is racing ahead of me.    It says, The body is too slow for me -    I am going.         The smell of apples arises    from the orchard of my soul.    One whiff and I am gone -    Toward</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634605764816346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634605764816346&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634605764816346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634605764816346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/body-is-too-slow-for-me-rumi.html' title='The Body is Too Slow For Me - Rumi'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634530315056940</id><published>2006-04-29T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:59:22.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Learned So Much - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'> I    Have    Learned    So much from God    That I can no longer    Call    Myself         A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,    a Buddhist, a Jew.         The Truth has shared so much of Itself    With me         That I can no longer call myself    A man, a woman, an angel,    Or even a pure    Soul.         Love has    Befriended Hafiz so completely    It has turned to ash    And freed    Me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634530315056940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634530315056940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634530315056940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634530315056940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-learned-so-much-hafiz.html' title='I Have Learned So Much - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634183608714462</id><published>2006-04-29T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:35:12.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Decree - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>LastNightGodPostedOn the Tavern wallA hard decree for all of love's inmatesWhich read:If your heart cannot find a joyful workThe jaws of this world Will probablyGrab hold of yourSweetAss.- Hafiz   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634183608714462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634183608714462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634183608714462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634183608714462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/hard-decree-hafiz.html' title='A Hard Decree - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634176379973430</id><published>2006-04-29T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:16:03.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Imagine Now for Ages - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   It  Happened  Again last  Night:   Love  Popped the cork on itself—  Splattered my brains  Across the   Sky.   I imagine now for ages  Something of Hafiz  Will appear   To fall like  Stars.  - Hafiz  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634176379973430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634176379973430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634176379973430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634176379973430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-imagine-now-for-ages-hafiz.html' title='I Imagine Now for Ages - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634152918194776</id><published>2006-04-29T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:12:09.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Left a Thousand Feet From Here - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   What I really want to give you  I can't,   Yet all day long  I try and painting maps on the sky  With bright, tender sounds   That say,   "Turn left a thousand feet from here,  Just past that next hill.   Then make a sharp right  As soon as you see that big rock  That looks like an egg,  There you will find a decent tavern."   I am like a wise friend.  If you come close to me   I will write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634152918194776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634152918194776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634152918194776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634152918194776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/turn-left-thousand-feet-from-here.html' title='Turn Left a Thousand Feet From Here - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634142704747368</id><published>2006-04-29T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:10:27.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Speaking Sweetly - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,  Break all our teacup talk of God.   If you had the courage and  Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,  He would just drag you around the room  By your hair,  Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world  That bring you no joy.   Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly  And wants to rip to shreds  All your erroneous notions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634142704747368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634142704747368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634142704747368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634142704747368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/tired-of-speaking-sweetly-hafiz.html' title='Tired of Speaking Sweetly - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634132595162126</id><published>2006-04-29T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:08:45.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bag Lady - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   I am the bag lady in every city,   I have a spot on every street.   My sacks are full of holiness   So I have come to peddle,  To touch your feet.   I give Myself  To Myself on rare occasions because  I am so very shy.   Hafiz, the monarchs of this world  Are but slaves to thee   Since the Beloved took His seat  In your eye.   I am the bag lady in every city.  I am playing divine music in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634132595162126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634132595162126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634132595162126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634132595162126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/bag-lady-hafiz.html' title='The Bag Lady - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634118220411441</id><published>2006-04-29T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:06:22.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Lover - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   The moon came to me last night  With a sweet question.   She said,   "The sun has been my faithful lover  For millions of years.   Whenever I offer my body to him  Brilliant light pours from his heart.   Thousands then notice my happiness  And delight in pointing  Toward my beauty.   Hafiz,  Is it true that our destiny  Is to turn into Light  Itself?"   And I replied,   Dear moon,  Now that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634118220411441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634118220411441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634118220411441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634118220411441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/faithful-lover-hafiz.html' title='Faithful Lover - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634101498574138</id><published>2006-04-29T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:03:34.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Can Endure - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>When  The words stop  And you can endure silence   That reveals your heart's  Pain   Of emptiness  Or that great wrenching-sweet longing,   That is the time to try and listen  To what the Beloved's  Eyes   Most want  To   Say.  - Hafiz    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634101498574138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634101498574138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634101498574138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634101498574138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-you-can-endure-hafiz.html' title='When You Can Endure - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114634088512663448</id><published>2006-04-29T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:58:45.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Felt Love - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  How  Did the rose  Ever open its heart   And give to this world  All its  Beauty?   It felt the encouragement of light  Against its  Being,   Otherwise,  We all remain   Too   Frightened.   - Hafiz      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114634088512663448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114634088512663448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634088512663448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114634088512663448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-felt-love-hafiz.html' title='It Felt Love - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114629276702169776</id><published>2006-04-29T07:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:39:27.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fill with Each Good Rain - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>There are different wells within your heart.  Some fill with each good rain,  Others are far too deep for that.   In one well  You have just a few precious cups of water,   That "love" is literally something of yourself,  It can grow as slow as a diamond  If it is lost.   Your love  Should never be offered to the mouth of a   Stranger,   Only to someone  Who has the valor and daring  To cut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114629276702169776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114629276702169776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114629276702169776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114629276702169776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-fill-with-each-good-rain-hafiz.html' title='Some Fill with Each Good Rain - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622804404224979</id><published>2006-04-28T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:37:05.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart is Right - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>The Heart is right to cry Even when the smallest drop of light, Of love, Is taken away. Perhaps you may kick, moan, scream In a dignified Silence, But you are so right To do so in any fashion Until God returns To You.- Hafiz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622804404224979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622804404224979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622804404224979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622804404224979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/heart-is-right-hafiz.html' title='The Heart is Right - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622792802139826</id><published>2006-04-28T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:38:33.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sky - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'> This Sky Where we live Is no place to lose your wings So love, love, Love.- Hafiz     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622792802139826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622792802139826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622792802139826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622792802139826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-sky-hafiz.html' title='This Sky - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622781659958947</id><published>2006-04-28T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:38:45.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Puddles Chatting - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>It rained during the night  And two puddles formed in the dark  And began chatting.  One said,   "It is so nice to at last be upon this earth  And to meet you as well,   But what will happen when  The brilliant Sun comes  And turns us back into spirit again?"   Dear ones,  Enjoy the night as much as you can.   Why ever trouble your heart with flight,  When you have just arrived  And your body is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622781659958947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622781659958947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622781659958947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622781659958947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-puddles-chatting-hafiz.html' title='Two Puddles Chatting - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622762838108191</id><published>2006-04-28T13:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:43:52.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And for No Reason - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>And  For no reason  I start skipping like a child.   And  For no reason  I turn into a leaf  That is carried so high  I kiss the Sun's mouth  And dissolve.   And  For no reason  A thousand birds  Choose my head for a conference table,  Start passing their  Cups of wine  And their wild songbooks all around.   And  For every reason in existence  I begin to eternally,  To eternally laugh and love!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622762838108191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622762838108191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622762838108191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622762838108191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-for-no-reason-hafiz.html' title='And for No Reason - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622742818095931</id><published>2006-04-28T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:46:00.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountain Got Tired of Sitting - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>The sun  Won a beauty contest and became a jewel  Set upon God's right hand.   The earth agreed to be a toe ring on the  Beloved's foot  And has never regretted its decision.   The mountains got tired  Of sitting amongst a sleeping audience   And are now stretching their arms  Toward the Roof.   The clouds gave my soul an idea  So I pawned my gills  And rose like a winged diamond   Ever trying to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622742818095931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622742818095931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622742818095931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622742818095931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/mountain-got-tired-of-sitting-hafiz.html' title='The Mountain Got Tired of Sitting - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622733597296785</id><published>2006-04-28T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:48:19.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Close to Those Sounds - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>The sun turns a key in a lock each day  As soon as it crawls out of bed.   Light swings open a door  And the many kinds of love rush out  Onto the infinite green field.  Your soul sometimes plays a note  Against the Sky's ear that excites  The birds and planets.  Stay close to any sounds.  That make you glad you are alive.  Everything in this world is  Helplessly reeling.  An invisible wake was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622733597296785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622733597296785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622733597296785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622733597296785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/stay-close-to-those-sounds-hafiz.html' title='Stay Close to Those Sounds - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622720865553447</id><published>2006-04-28T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:51:29.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Covers Her Face with Both Hands - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>What  We speak  Becomes the house we live in.   Who will want to sleep in your bed  If the roof leaks  Right above  It?   Look what happens when the tongue  Cannot say to kindness,   "I will be your slave,"   The moon  Covers her face with both hands   And can't bear  To look.   - Hafiz    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622720865553447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622720865553447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622720865553447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622720865553447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/covers-her-face-with-both-hands-hafiz.html' title='Covers Her Face with Both Hands - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622424192730732</id><published>2006-04-28T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:41:35.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Brushing My Hair - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>The   closer  I get to you, Beloved,  The more I can see  It is just You and I all alone  In this  World.   I hear  A knock at my door,  Who else could it be,  So I rush without brushing  My hair.   For too  Many nights  I have begged for Your  Return   And what  Is the use of vanity  At this late hour, at this divine season,  That has now come to my folded  Knees?   If your love letters are true</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622424192730732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622424192730732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622424192730732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622424192730732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/without-brushing-my-hair-hafiz.html' title='Without Brushing My Hair - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646533006075466</id><published>2006-04-27T07:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:35:30.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Still Cup - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  For   God   To make love,   For the divine alchemy to work,   The Pitcher needs a still cup.   Why   Ask Hafiz to say   Anything more about   Your most   Vital   Requirement?   - Hafiz         </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646533006075466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646533006075466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646533006075466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646533006075466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-cup-hafiz.html' title='A Still Cup - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646517301304522</id><published>2006-04-26T07:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:32:53.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Being So Religious - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  What  Do sad people have in  Common?   It seems  They have all built a shrine  To the past   And often go there  And do a strange wail and  Worship.   What is the beginning of  Happiness?   It is to stop being  So religious   Like   That.   - Hafiz       </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646517301304522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646517301304522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646517301304522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646517301304522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-being-so-religious-hafiz.html' title='Stop Being So Religious - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646502644465388</id><published>2006-04-26T07:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:30:26.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Game - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  Blame   Keeps the sad game going.   It keeps stealing all your wealth—   Giving it to an imbecile with   No financial skills.   Dear one,   Wise   Up.   - Hafiz      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646502644465388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646502644465388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646502644465388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646502644465388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-game-hafiz.html' title='Sad Game - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646486162512000</id><published>2006-04-26T07:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:27:41.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth That Was Sold to a Fish - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  It is true.  I once had an ear that got sold to a fish.  Lean back: I will be glad to tell you all about  How it happened,  But first I must digress a bit,  Perhaps way beyond any logical sequence  Of events  We may ever again piece together.   Let's see,  We could start anywhere,  With any word,  In this fertile luminous world in which I live.   What is the first letter of your alphabet?  A,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646486162512000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646486162512000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646486162512000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646486162512000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/earth-that-was-sold-to-fish-hafiz.html' title='The Earth That Was Sold to a Fish - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646423131630825</id><published>2006-04-26T07:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:17:11.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Just Ask the Donkey - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  Why   Just ask the donkey in me   To speak to the donkey in you,    When I have so many other beautiful animals   And brilliant colored birds inside   That are all longing to say something wonderful   And exciting to your heart?    Let's open all the locked doors upon our eyes   That keep us from knowing the Intelligence   That begets love   And a more lively and satisfying conversation   With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646423131630825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646423131630825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646423131630825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646423131630825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-just-ask-donkey-hafiz.html' title='Why Just Ask the Donkey - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646453250167699</id><published>2006-04-25T07:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:22:12.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Come Not to Take Prisoners - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'> We have not come here to take prisoners, But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy. We have not come into this exquisite world To hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart. We have a duty to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646453250167699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646453250167699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646453250167699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646453250167699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-have-come-not-to-take-prisoners.html' title='We Have Come Not to Take Prisoners - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646435655826193</id><published>2006-04-25T07:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:19:16.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This One is Mine - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  Someone put  You on a slave block  And the unreal bought  You.   Now I keep coming to your owner  Saying,   "This one is mine."   You often overhear us talking  And this can make your heart leap  With excitement.   Don't worry  I will not let sadness  Possess you.   I will gladly borrow all the gold  I need   To get you  Back.   - Hafiz     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646435655826193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646435655826193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646435655826193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646435655826193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-one-is-mine-hafiz.html' title='This One is Mine - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646399270640567</id><published>2006-04-25T07:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:13:12.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive the Dream - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  All your images of winter  I see against your sky.   I understand the wounds  That have not healed in you.   They exist  Because God and Love  Have yet to become real enough   To allow you to forgive  The dream.   You still listen to an old alley song  That brings your body pain;   Now chain your ears  To His pacing drum and flute.   Fix your eyes upon  The magnificent arch of His brow   That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646399270640567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646399270640567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646399270640567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646399270640567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/forgive-dream-hafiz.html' title='Forgive the Dream - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646379637730857</id><published>2006-04-24T07:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:09:56.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cushion for Your Head - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'> Just sit there right now  Don't do a thing  Just rest.   For your separation from God,  From love,   Is the hardest work  In this  World.   Let me bring you trays of food  And something  That you like to  Drink.   You can use my soft words  As a cushion  For your  Head.   - Hafiz   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646379637730857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646379637730857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646379637730857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646379637730857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/cushion-for-your-head-hafiz.html' title='A Cushion for Your Head - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646349556419462</id><published>2006-04-24T07:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:05:39.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Brave in That Holy War - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'> You have done well In the contest of madness. You were brave in that holy war. You have all the honorable wounds Of one who has tried to find love Where the Beautiful Bird Does not drink. May I speak to you Like we are close And locked away together? Once I found a stray kitten And I used to soak my fingers In warm milk;  It came to think I was five mothers On one hand. Wayfarer, Why not rest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646349556419462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646349556419462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646349556419462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646349556419462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-were-brave-in-that-holy-war-hafiz.html' title='You Were Brave in That Holy War - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646288383624299</id><published>2006-04-23T06:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:55:08.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With That Moon Language - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  Admit something:   Everyone you see, you say to them,  "Love me."   Of course you do not do this out loud;  Otherwise,  Someone would call the cops.   Still though, think about this,  This great pull in us  To connect.   Why not become the one  Who lives with a full moon in each eye  That is always saying,   With that sweet moon  Language,   What every other eye in this world  Is dying to  Hear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646288383624299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646288383624299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646288383624299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646288383624299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-that-moon-language-hafiz.html' title='With That Moon Language - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637439340393680</id><published>2006-04-23T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:19:53.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes So Soft - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   Don't  Surrender  Your loneliness so quickly.  Let it cut more  Deep.   Let it ferment and season you  As few human  Or even divine ingredients can.   Something missing in my heart tonight  Has made my eyes so soft,  My voice so  Tender,   My need of God  Absolutely  Clear.   - Hafiz  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637439340393680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637439340393680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637439340393680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637439340393680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-eyes-so-soft-hafiz.html' title='My Eyes So Soft - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637379872753453</id><published>2006-04-22T06:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:09:58.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Feed My Cat - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  I   Will need   Someone to feed my cat   When I leave this world,   Though my cat is not ordinary.   She only has three paws:   Fire, air,   Water.   - Hafiz      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637379872753453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637379872753453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637379872753453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637379872753453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-will-feed-my-cat-hafiz.html' title='Who Will Feed My Cat - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646302135779744</id><published>2006-04-21T06:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:57:01.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Thousand Limbs - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>    Your thousand limbs rend my body.   This is the way to die:   Beauty keeps laying   Its sharp knife   Against   Me.   - Hafiz      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646302135779744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646302135779744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646302135779744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646302135779744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-thousand-limbs-hafiz.html' title='Your Thousand Limbs - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637370972828366</id><published>2006-04-21T06:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:17:09.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hatcheck Girl - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>Why  Are there  So few in the court  Of a perfect  Saint?   Because  Every time you are near Him  You have to leave pieces  Of your  Ego   With  The hatcheck  Girl   Who won't give them  Back—   O  O  O  U  C  H  .   - Hafiz   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637370972828366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637370972828366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637370972828366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637370972828366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/hatcheck-girl-hafiz.html' title='The Hatcheck Girl - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622416748415123</id><published>2006-04-20T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:45:59.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not Be Polite - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>Everyone   Is God speaking.   Why not be polite and   Listen to   Him?   - Hafiz   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622416748415123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622416748415123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622416748415123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622416748415123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-not-be-polite-hafiz.html' title='Why Not Be Polite - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114646325098052461</id><published>2006-04-20T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:02:44.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One Rule - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  The sky Is a suspended blue ocean. The stars are the fish that swim. The planets are the white whales I sometimes Hitch a ride On, The sun and all light Have forever fused themselves into my heart And upon my  Skin. There is only one rule on this Wild Playground, Every sign Hafiz has ever seen Reads the same They all say, "Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun, In the Beloved's divine Game, O, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114646325098052461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114646325098052461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646325098052461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114646325098052461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-one-rule-hafiz.html' title='Only One Rule - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637353393478345</id><published>2006-04-20T06:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:05:33.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do White Birds Say - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,  It fled from all my ecstasy,   Now like a singing air creature  I feel the Rose  Keep opening.   My heart turned to effulgent wings.  When has love not given freedom?  When has adoration not made one free?   A women broken in tears and sweet  Stands in a field  Watching the sun and me  Trade jokes.   But never would Hafiz laugh  At your blessed labor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637353393478345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637353393478345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637353393478345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637353393478345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-white-birds-say-hafiz.html' title='What Do White Birds Say - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622408676681043</id><published>2006-04-19T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:48:31.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Feather - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>All  The craziness,  All the empty plots,  All the ghosts and fears,   All the grudges and sorrows have  Now  Passed.   I must have inhaled  A strange  Feather   That finally   Fell   Out.   - Hafiz      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622408676681043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622408676681043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622408676681043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622408676681043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/strange-feather-hafiz.html' title='A Strange Feather - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637332548166492</id><published>2006-04-19T06:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:02:05.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're It - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>  God  Disguised  As a myriad things and  Playing a game  Of tag   Has kissed you and said,  “You’re it—   I mean, you’re Really IT!”   Now   It does not matter  What you believe or feel   For something wonderful,   Major-league Wonderful  Is someday going  To   Happen.    - Hafiz         </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637332548166492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637332548166492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637332548166492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637332548166492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-it-hafiz.html' title='You&apos;re It - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622259881003505</id><published>2006-04-18T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:51:21.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping Keys - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>The small man   Builds cages for everyone   He   Knows.   While the sage,   Who has to duck his head   When the moon is low,   Keeps dropping keys all night long   For the   Beautiful   Rowdy   Prisoners.   - Hafiz            </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622259881003505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622259881003505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622259881003505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622259881003505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/dropping-keys-hafiz.html' title='Dropping Keys - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637322464670337</id><published>2006-04-18T05:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:00:24.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Looking for Trouble - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>   I once has a student  Who would sit alone in his house at night  Shivering with worries  And fears,   And, come morning,  He would often look as though  He had been raped  By a ghost.   Then one day my pity   Crafted for him a knife  From my own divine sword.   Since then,  I have become very proud  Of this student.   For now, come night,  Not only has he lost all his fear,   Now he goes out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637322464670337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637322464670337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637322464670337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637322464670337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-looking-for-trouble-hafiz.html' title='Just Looking for Trouble - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114622258276224502</id><published>2006-04-17T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:54:06.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>The  Real love  I always keep a secret.   All my words  Are sung outside Her window,   For when She lets me in  I take a thousand oaths of silence.   But,  Then She says,   O, then God says,   "What the hell, Hafiz,  Why not give the whole world  My   Address."     - Hafiz    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114622258276224502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114622258276224502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622258276224502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114622258276224502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hell-hafiz.html' title='What The Hell - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114637310550529347</id><published>2006-04-17T05:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:58:25.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Bucket - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>    If this world  Was not held in God's bucket   How could an ocean stand upside down  On its head and never lose a drop?   If your life was not contained in God's cup   How could you be so brave and laugh,  Dance in the face of death?   Hafiz,  There is a private chamber in the soul  That knows a great secret   Of which no tongue can speak.   Your existence my dear, O love my dear,  Has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114637310550529347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114637310550529347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637310550529347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114637310550529347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/gods-bucket-hafiz.html' title='God&apos;s Bucket - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114620391495402356</id><published>2006-04-13T06:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:38:05.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Your Eye and This Page - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>BetweenYour eye and this pageI am standing.Between Your ear and soundThe Friend has pitched a golden tentYour spirit walks through a thousand timesA day.Each time you pass the KaabaThe Sun unwinds a silk thread from your body.Each time you pass any objectFrom within itI bow.If you are still having doubtsAbout His nearnessOnce in a while debate with God.BetweenYour eye and this page HafizIs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114620391495402356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114620391495402356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114620391495402356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114620391495402356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/between-your-eye-and-this-page-hafiz.html' title='Between Your Eye and This Page - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114612243211377582</id><published>2006-04-12T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:37:40.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Potted Plant - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.And at night I let my pet the moonRun freely into the sky meadow.If I whistled,She would turn her head and look at me.If I then waved my arms,She would come back wagging a marvelous tailOf stars.There are always a few men like meIn this worldWho are house-sitting for God.We share His royal duties:I water each day a favorite potted plantOf His--This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114612243211377582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114612243211377582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114612243211377582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114612243211377582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/potted-plant-hafiz.html' title='A Potted Plant - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114604202648011889</id><published>2006-04-11T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:29:54.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Not Rained Light - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>It has not rained light for many days.The wells in most eyes lookDrought-stricken.Thus friends are not easy to findIn this barrenPlaceWhere most everyone has become illFrom guardingNothing.On this primal caravanCareers and cities can appear real in thisintenseDesert heat,But I say to my close ones,"Don't get lost in them,It has not rained light there for days.Look, most everyone is diseasedFrom '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114604202648011889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114604202648011889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114604202648011889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114604202648011889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-has-not-rained-light-hafiz.html' title='It Has Not Rained Light - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114604150490165057</id><published>2006-04-10T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:27:48.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet crushed Angel - Hafiz</title><summary type='text'>You have not danced so badly, my dear,Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.You have waltzed with great style,My sweet, crushed angel,To have ever neared God's Heart at all.Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow,And even His best musicians are not always easyTo hear.So what if the music has stopped for a while.So whatIf the price of admission to the DivineIs out of reach tonight.So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114604150490165057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114604150490165057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114604150490165057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114604150490165057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sweet-crushed-angel-hafiz_10.html' title='My sweet crushed Angel - Hafiz'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114456392875186423</id><published>2006-04-09T07:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:47:58.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement: End of this season</title><summary type='text'>Peace ......This season has drawn to a close... Inshallah [God-willing] I will be back soon................but! .... until then ...why not watch a bit of genius at work!...the two videos below [probably by a couple of Japanese students] ..is a display of ingenuity, skill, creativity and inventiveness....or... erm... what happens if you become extremely bored!....warning it is complusive viewing..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114456392875186423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114456392875186423&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114456392875186423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114456392875186423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/announcement-end-of-this-season.html' title='Announcement: End of this season'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114456373033057593</id><published>2006-04-09T07:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:33:58.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>"To attract good fortune, spend a new penny on an old friend, share an old pleasure with a new friend and lift up the heart of a true friend by writing his name on the wings of a dragon."- Traditional Chinese Proverb ... this quote has become a favourite of mine... I dedicate it to my friends... the friends I lost... new friends I  gained... the friends I met in my dreams... and finally future </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114456373033057593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114456373033057593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114456373033057593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114456373033057593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-quote_09.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114451103282384185</id><published>2006-04-08T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:40:32.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>"We must give the love we had for each other,  to the person whom Fate has given us." - Cui Yingying, Tang Dynasty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114451103282384185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114451103282384185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114451103282384185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114451103282384185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-quote_114451103282384185.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114448321622166029</id><published>2006-04-08T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:00:16.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Excerpt - The Art of War</title><summary type='text'>The principle of unity of commandThus we may know that there are five essentials for victory: He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight. He will win who knows how to handle both superior and inferior forces. He will win whose army is animated by the same spirit throughout all its ranks. He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared. He will win who has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114448321622166029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114448321622166029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114448321622166029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114448321622166029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-excerpt-art-of-war.html' title='Chinese season: Excerpt - The Art of War'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114448255938129984</id><published>2006-04-08T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:43:37.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'> " The nature of man is evil; his goodness is acquired. "-Xun Zi, Warring States Period</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114448255938129984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114448255938129984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114448255938129984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114448255938129984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-quote_08.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114416341643536451</id><published>2006-04-04T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:16:45.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>"Envy arises often from a narrow heart"- Traditional Chinese Proverb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114416341643536451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114416341643536451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114416341643536451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114416341643536451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-quote_04.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114422035574577462</id><published>2006-04-04T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:32:32.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Wisdom stories</title><summary type='text'>The Phoney Musician &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;King Hsuan of the State of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;Ch’i was very fond of the Yu.He recruited as many as three hundred players to his Yu orchestra.A certain Mr Nan Kuo, who did not know how to play the Yu,pretended to be a good player, and applied for a place in the Kings orchestra.He was admitted, and drew a handsome salary. During the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114422035574577462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114422035574577462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114422035574577462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114422035574577462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-wisdom-stories_04.html' title='Chinese season: Wisdom stories'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114413532479505272</id><published>2006-04-04T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:26:32.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Medicine</title><summary type='text'>  The Five Organ NetworksLiver:  The liver marks the beginning of cyclical action, the stirring of spring yang which all living things rely upon as a catalyst for their growth. By avoiding outbursts of anger and by fostering this particular type of yang energy, your prenatal qi will keep generating forever. The liver is also in charge of color; if its qi is in harmony, the body will exhibit a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114413532479505272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114413532479505272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114413532479505272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114413532479505272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-medicine.html' title='Chinese season: Medicine'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114404296429986390</id><published>2006-04-03T06:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:56:51.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Wisdom stories</title><summary type='text'>Spear vs. Shield       Once upon a time, there was a street vendor, who sold spears and shields.He would raise one of his shields and shout to the passers-by:     ‘My shield is strong enough to block the sharpest spear.’     He would then raise one of his spears and say:     ‘My spear is so sharp, it can easily pierce the strongest shield.’     One day, a man, hearing is his boastful words, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114404296429986390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114404296429986390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114404296429986390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114404296429986390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-wisdom-stories.html' title='Chinese season: Wisdom stories'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114404129585889310</id><published>2006-04-03T06:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:14:55.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>" A closed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood"- Tradition Chinese Proverb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114404129585889310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114404129585889310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114404129585889310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114404129585889310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-quote_03.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114396731664784222</id><published>2006-04-02T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T11:22:20.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Words of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>The Joy of FishesChuang Tzu and Hui Tzu  Were crossing Hao river  By the dam.    Chuang said:"See how free  The fishes leap and dart;That is their happiness."Hui replied:"Since you are not a fish  How do you know  What makes fishes happy?"    Chaung said:  "Since you are not I  How can you possibly know  That I do not know  What makes fishes happy?"Hui argued:  "If I, not being you,Cannot know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114396731664784222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114396731664784222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114396731664784222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114396731664784222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Chinese season: Words of wisdom'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114387513024778180</id><published>2006-04-01T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:44:35.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>" A bird does not sing because it has an answer.  It sings because it has a song" - Tradional Chinese Proverb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114387513024778180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114387513024778180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114387513024778180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114387513024778180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinese-season-quote.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114370116476632704</id><published>2006-03-30T06:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:50:30.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>浮雲終日行遊子久不至三夜頻夢君情親見君意告歸常局促苦道來不易江湖多風波舟楫恐失墜出門搔白首若負平生志冠蓋滿京華斯人獨憔悴孰云網恢恢將老身反累千秋萬歲名寂寞身後事  Clouds drifting the whole day;            a traveller travelling who never arrives.    Three nights you have been in my dreams; as your friend, I knew your mind.  You say your return is always harrowing; your coming, a hard coming;  Rivers, lakes, so many waves; in your boat you fear overturning.  Going out the door</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114370116476632704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114370116476632704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114370116476632704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114370116476632704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_30.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114348127874389021</id><published>2006-03-27T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:07:00.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Words of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>The sage has nine wishes...   In seeing, he wishes to see clearly      In hearing,  he wishes to hear distinctly      In his expression, he wishes to be warm      In  his appearance, he wishes to be respectful      In his speech, he wishes to be  sincere       In business, he wishes to be serious       When in doubt, he wishes to  inquire further       When angry, he wishes to examine  and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114348127874389021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114348127874389021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114348127874389021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114348127874389021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-words-of-wisdom_27.html' title='Chinese season: Words of wisdom'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114269788778876197</id><published>2006-03-18T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:37:49.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Martial Arts - Wushu</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt of an Interview with Chinese Muslim Grand Master Ma Xianda"Ma was born in 1932 to a Muslim family who trace their martial arts roots back  six generations......Chinese Wushu is the essence of Chinese culture.... Why is this important part disappearing? In Song dynasty, they established lixue (everything is reason) and zhong wen, qing wu (heavy wen, light wu - author's note, Ma includes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114269788778876197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114269788778876197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114269788778876197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114269788778876197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-martial-arts-wushu.html' title='Chinese season: Martial Arts - Wushu'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114263008197634163</id><published>2006-03-17T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:00:50.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>Quote" I wonder where sorrow comes from? "- Su Shi, Song Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114263008197634163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114263008197634163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114263008197634163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114263008197634163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-quote_17.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114262969500742268</id><published>2006-03-17T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:08:15.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemI wake to write a new poem, But it slips my mind, And then I feel the sadness of a traveller.   - Zhan Fengsheng, Eastern Jin Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114262969500742268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114262969500742268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114262969500742268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114262969500742268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_17.html' title='Chinese season: poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114232055723134645</id><published>2006-03-14T07:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:53:32.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Wisdom stories</title><summary type='text'>Flight from the ShadowThere was a man who was so disturbed by the sight of his own shadow,and so displeased with his own footsteps that he determined to get rid of both.The method he hit upon was to run away from them.So he got up and ran. But every time he put his foot down there was another step,while his shadow kept up with him without the slightest difficulty.He attributed his failure to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114232055723134645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114232055723134645&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114232055723134645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114232055723134645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-wisdom-stories_14.html' title='Chinese season: Wisdom stories'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114216002053605285</id><published>2006-03-12T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:42:20.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Visual moments</title><summary type='text'>Xian Masjid/Mosque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114216002053605285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114216002053605285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114216002053605285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114216002053605285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-visual-moments.html' title='Chinese season: Visual moments'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114215403341698554</id><published>2006-03-12T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:00:33.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>Quote" Spring silkworms spin their silk and die. " - Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114215403341698554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114215403341698554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114215403341698554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114215403341698554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-quote_12.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114215304623084876</id><published>2006-03-12T08:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:49:51.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemSorrow of sorrows,Suffering no smile,Take my hand,And stay a while.-Xie Tao, Northern Wei Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114215304623084876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114215304623084876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114215304623084876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114215304623084876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_12.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114206286875029018</id><published>2006-03-11T07:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T07:42:19.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemI have given up my joy and lost my beauty,And now toss and keep to my bed.I don't care who sees me faded like this,Save him alone who brought it to pass.- Lady Cui Yingying (attrib. to her lover Yuan Zhen), Tang Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114206286875029018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114206286875029018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114206286875029018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114206286875029018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_114206286875029018.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114206085944875473</id><published>2006-03-11T07:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:26:13.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Words of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>One night I was a butterfly, fluttering happily around. Then I awoke, and found that I was a man.But what am I in truth?A man who dreams he is a butterfly,or a butterfly who dreams he is a man?- Zhuang Zi, Warring States Period</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114206085944875473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114206085944875473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114206085944875473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114206085944875473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-words-of-wisdom_11.html' title='Chinese season: Words of wisdom'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114206057682925200</id><published>2006-03-11T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T07:02:56.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'> PoemAll the birds have flown up and gone;A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I. -Li Bo, Tang Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114206057682925200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114206057682925200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114206057682925200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114206057682925200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_11.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114198798211675649</id><published>2006-03-10T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:53:02.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'> PoemI knew my mind,I guessed your heart,But love must answer Heaven. - Li Yu, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114198798211675649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114198798211675649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114198798211675649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114198798211675649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_114198798211675649.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114180190855774381</id><published>2006-03-08T07:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:11:48.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemThe light fades from the Sun and Moon,Sorrow troubles my heart like a stain on my clothes,Silently I wonder: if only I could fly away.- Books of Songs, Zhou Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114180190855774381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114180190855774381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114180190855774381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114180190855774381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_08.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114172158448821450</id><published>2006-03-07T08:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:53:04.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Wisdom stories</title><summary type='text'>Hung Ku Chiang Chih, Learns to play ChessMaster Chiu was the best chess player in the country. No one could beat him.He coached two young admirers who wanted to learn this table game from him. One of them concentrated on what he was taught.The other seemed to be watching the chessboard, but his mind was wandering. He was always daydreaming about wild geese hovering overhead in the blue sky.‘How </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114172158448821450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114172158448821450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114172158448821450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114172158448821450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-wisdom-stories.html' title='Chinese season: Wisdom stories'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114171695410339571</id><published>2006-03-07T07:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:35:54.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>Quote" With a strong heart and ready mindWhat have I to fear?Since I know there is no escape from death,Let me not cling to a foolish love of life "  - Chu Yuan, Zhou Dynasty   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114171695410339571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114171695410339571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114171695410339571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114171695410339571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-quote_07.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114163467174355733</id><published>2006-03-06T08:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:45:32.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemA brooch, two pearls in tortoise-shell,Entwined with jade the jeweller's art,Now I hear you have another,Hurt, I twist my gift apart,Burned and broken, Wind blows ashes,Never tell who broke my heart.- Yue-fu: Nineteen Ancient Poems, Han Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114163467174355733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114163467174355733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114163467174355733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114163467174355733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_06.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114154711892431879</id><published>2006-03-05T07:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:25:18.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Words of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>Words of wisdomGain and lossLingyuan said to the Confucian sage Cheng Yi:Calamity can produce fortune, fortune can produce calamity. This is because when one is in situations of disaster and danger, one is earnest in taking thought for safety, and when one is deeply immersed in seeking out order, one is capable of seriousness and discretion - therefore good fortune is born, and it is fitting.When</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114154711892431879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114154711892431879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114154711892431879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114154711892431879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Chinese season: Words of wisdom'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114146907578873814</id><published>2006-03-04T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:49:31.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemThe mountain road is steep,The stone paths dangerous,But it is not the road that pains me,It is my love for you.- Yu Xuanzhi (attrib. Li Yi), Tang Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114146907578873814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114146907578873814&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114146907578873814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114146907578873814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-poem_04.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114137123306841035</id><published>2006-03-03T07:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:34:59.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Quote</title><summary type='text'>Quote" How sad it is to find no one of like mind. "- Xie Lingyuan, Eastern Jin Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114137123306841035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114137123306841035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114137123306841035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114137123306841035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-quote_03.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114128492723863448</id><published>2006-03-02T07:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:35:27.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemAlone I sit amid the dark bamboo,Playing my lute and whistling a song,No one knows I am in the deep forest,Only the shining moon comes to visit.- Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114128492723863448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114128492723863448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114128492723863448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114122282172488071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114122282172488071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114122282172488071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-season-quote_01.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114103722935929804</id><published>2006-02-27T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:47:09.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemI sing a sad song,Instead of weeping,Stare into the distance,Instead of returning;Thinking of my homeland,So many memories,I want to go back,But no one is home;I want to cross the river,But there is no boat;I cannot utter the thoughts in my heart,My belly churns like grinding wheels.- Yue Fu:  Nineteen Ancient Poems, Han Dynasty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114103722935929804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114103722935929804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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There is no perfect man."-Traditional Chinese proverb </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114095756910001608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114095756910001608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114095756910001608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114095756910001608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-season-quote.html' title='Chinese season: Quote'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114086369285021321</id><published>2006-02-25T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:55:55.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese season: Poem</title><summary type='text'>PoemThe night is long, I cannot sleepThe shining Moon gleams in my eyesI thought I heard someone call my nameIn vain, I answer the empty air.         - Yue-fu: Zi Ye Songs, Southern Dynasties</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114086369285021321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114086369285021321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114086369285021321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114086369285021321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-season-poem.html' title='Chinese season: Poem'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114477828894457995</id><published>2006-02-18T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:07:53.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit is for Allah - Praise is for Allah</title><summary type='text'>Oh Allah in your beautiful name I begin,Oh Allah you are the Most-Givingand the least thanked for itOh Allah you are the Most-Generousand the least remembered for itOh Allah you are the Most-Kindand the least acknowledged for itOh Allah you are the Most-Richand the least honoured for itOh Allah you are the Most-Creativeand the least accredited for itOh Allah you are the source of all Good and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114477828894457995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114477828894457995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114477828894457995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114477828894457995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/02/credit-is-for-allah-praise-is-for.html' title='Credit is for Allah - Praise is for Allah'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-114017461556478893</id><published>2006-02-17T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:15:01.746Z</updated><title type='text'>To everything ... turn, turn, turn</title><summary type='text'>Quote For everything there is a season,And a time for every matter under heaven:A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;A time to break down, and a time to build up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;A time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/114017461556478893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=114017461556478893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114017461556478893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/114017461556478893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-everything-turn-turn-turn.html' title='To everything ... turn, turn, turn'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113503063505948433</id><published>2005-12-31T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:33:09.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh you Arabian splendour... come let's fly from here</title><summary type='text'>      Steed of wonderI can only gazeAstonished at the pure work of art that you areOh stallion of lovely powerYou have charged your way into my heartMy floating soul has mounted upon your fine linesMy eyes are mesmerized upon your gorgeous proportionsIndeed you are so well madeCome let’s flyLet us gallop upon your enigmatic energyI am weary of this placeLet us stride magnificentlyLet us trot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113503063505948433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113503063505948433&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113503063505948433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113503063505948433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-you-arabian-splendour-come-lets-fly.html' title='Oh you Arabian splendour... come let&apos;s fly from here'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113605201501248083</id><published>2005-12-31T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:08:04.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Announcement: The cup is now empty</title><summary type='text'>...Bismilah...I am done with this blog..... I don't think I have much more to share... I hope whoever passed or passes by has benefitted and benefits from it.I might come back some time to post something... then again I might not.Praise is for Allah.... Credit is for Allah... the more I shared... the more Allah gave me.......thank you Allah you have been so good to me.Peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113605201501248083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113605201501248083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605201501248083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605201501248083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/announcement-cup-is-now-empty.html' title='Announcement: The cup is now empty'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113605155615763229</id><published>2005-12-31T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:17:20.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Would that I were ..'rare as red sulphur'...ya Allah</title><summary type='text'>THE SHARIAH AND THE AWLIYABy Shaykh Abdul Qadir Gilani r.a.An excerpt from an address by Gousul-Asam Muhyuddin Abdul Qadir Gilani, r.a. from the book The Endowment of Divine Grace and Spread of Divine Mercy [Al-Fathu Rabbani] translated by Muhammad M. Al-AkiliChild, your yearning for God Almighty is not true, nor do you truly seek Him. One who professes to follow God's will while he is calling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113605155615763229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113605155615763229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605155615763229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605155615763229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/would-that-i-were-rare-as-red.html' title='Would that I were ..&apos;rare as red sulphur&apos;...ya Allah'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113605108931596928</id><published>2005-12-31T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:34:58.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Adieu fond love</title><summary type='text'>Adieu, fond love farewell,You wanton powers,I am free again;Thou dull disease of blood and idle hours,Bewitching pain,Fly to fools,That sigh away their time!My nobler love to heaven climb,And there behold beauty still young,That time can ne'er corrupt,Nor death destroy,Immortal sweetness by fair angels sung,And honoured with th'eternity of joy!There lives my thoughts;Thither my hopes aspire.Fond </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113605108931596928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113605108931596928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605108931596928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605108931596928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/poem-adieu-fond-love.html' title='Poem: Adieu fond love'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113605071652426069</id><published>2005-12-31T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:35:20.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Woods, rocks and mountains</title><summary type='text'>Woods, rocks and mountains,And you desert places,Where nought but bitter cold and hunger dwells,Hear a poor soul's last will,Killed with disgraces,Slide softly while I sing,You silvan fountains,And let your hollow waters like sad bells,Ring to my woes,Whilst miserable I,Lamenting my fortunes,Drop,Drop,Drop a tear and die.Griefs, woes and groanings,Hopes and all such lies,I give to broken hearts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113605071652426069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113605071652426069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605071652426069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113605071652426069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/poem-woods-rocks-and-mountains.html' title='Poem: Woods, rocks and mountains'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113259021775906709</id><published>2005-12-31T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:54:27.760Z</updated><title type='text'>I was dead - Rumi</title><summary type='text'>I Was Dead -by Rumi i was dead i came alive i was tears i became laughter all because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal love said to me you are not crazy enough you don't fit this house i went and became crazy crazy enough to be in chains love said you are not intoxicated enough you don't fit the group i went and got drunk drunk enough to overflowwith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113259021775906709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113259021775906709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113259021775906709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113259021775906709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-dead-rumi.html' title='I was dead - Rumi'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113597563123501252</id><published>2005-12-30T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:47:11.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Stories: Voice of happiness</title><summary type='text'>The Voice of HappinessAfter Bankei had passed away, a blind man who lived near the master's temple told a friend:'Since I am blind, I cannot watch a person's face, so I must judge his character by the sound of his voice. Ordinarily when I hear someone congratulate another upon his happiness or success, I also hear a secret tone of envy. When condolence is expressed for the misfortune of another, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113597563123501252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113597563123501252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113597563123501252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113597563123501252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/wisdom-stories-voice-of-happiness.html' title='Wisdom Stories: Voice of happiness'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113597307216443925</id><published>2005-12-30T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:05:03.900Z</updated><title type='text'>red thought: reflection</title><summary type='text'>I am what I am... Thank God!...I share beauty...and I have observed that sometimes......The beautiful get more love and more beautiful because of it...and that...The ugly get more sick and more ugly because of it.Allah knows best.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113597307216443925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113597307216443925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113597307216443925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113597307216443925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-thought-reflection.html' title='red thought: reflection'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113501698154698763</id><published>2005-12-19T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:29:41.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote: Rumi - Weeping</title><summary type='text'>Quote"I cry and weep before my Beloved, for that appears well pleasing to Him And in both worlds our crying and sorrowful sighs are loved by Him. Blessed is that eye that cries in the remembrance of the Beloved And blessed is the heart that is embroiled in His love. For as long as the babe does not cry, milk does not flow forth from mother breasts And as long as the clouds don't shed raindrops, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113501698154698763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113501698154698763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113501698154698763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113501698154698763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-rumi-weeping.html' title='Quote: Rumi - Weeping'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113613488899613665</id><published>2005-12-19T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:04:24.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Tears</title><summary type='text'>ExcerptTears"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquence than ten thousand tongues. They are the messages of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, of unspeakable love. If there were wanting any argument to prove that man is not mortal, I would look for it in the strong conclusive emotions of the breast, when the soul has been deeply</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113613488899613665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113613488899613665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113613488899613665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113613488899613665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/excerpt-tears.html' title='Excerpt: Tears'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113486630982642548</id><published>2005-12-18T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:38:29.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Visual moments: Baby in hands</title><summary type='text'>   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113486630982642548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113486630982642548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113486630982642548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113486630982642548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/visual-moments-baby-in-hands.html' title='Visual moments: Baby in hands'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113476907433580354</id><published>2005-12-16T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:37:54.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Futuh Al-Ghaib - Envy</title><summary type='text'>Thirty-seventh Discoursefrom Futuh al-Ghaib - Shaykh AbdulQadir Jilani (ra) On censure of envy The Shaikh (may Allah be well pleased with him, and grant him contentment) said:Why, O believer, do I see you envying your neighbor his food and his drink, his clothes, his wife, his home, his enjoyment of his wealth and the blessings of his Lord (Almighty and Glorious is He) and the portion allotted to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113476907433580354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113476907433580354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113476907433580354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113476907433580354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/excerpt-futuh-al-ghaib-envy.html' title='Excerpt: Futuh Al-Ghaib - Envy'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113476421898195481</id><published>2005-12-16T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:16:58.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Dua: Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>La illaha illa Anta Subhanak, inni kuntu min adh-dhaalimeen There is no God but you [Oh Allah], Glory be to you, Truly I have been one of the wrongdoers..ameen [surah al-Anbiya 21:87]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113476421898195481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113476421898195481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113476421898195481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113476421898195481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/dua-forgiveness.html' title='Dua: Forgiveness'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13810263.post-113597367702698313</id><published>2005-12-12T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:49:20.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote: One Love</title><summary type='text'>Quote"One Love One HeartLet’s get together and feel all rightHear the children cryin’ One LoveHear the children cryin’ One HeartSayin’ Give thanks and praise to the lord and I will feel all rightSayin’ Let’s get together and feel all right"- Bob Marley</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/feeds/113597367702698313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13810263&amp;postID=113597367702698313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113597367702698313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13810263/posts/default/113597367702698313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsulphur.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-one-love.html' title='Quote: One Love'/><author><name>redsulphur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05845664642730628607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
