Spring is here and my garden is blooming- If your heart has been deaden by winter, revive your faith by pondering on the beauty of our Creator’s art. All the photographs were taken by LF#1 – she’s just nine. MashaAllah. Remembering your creator as you look at his creation- what beautiful way to make dhikr. In Surah 36, Ayat 33: ‘And a sign for them is the way in which we have given life to the earth that is dead: We quickened it and brought forth from it grain, of which they eat’.
Anas ibn Malik reported that the Messenger of Allah said, “When you come upon the meadows of the Garden, graze in them.” He was asked, “What are the meadows of the Garden?” “Circles of remembrance.” he replied. (at-Tirmidhi) When I plant my bulbs or seedlings, I try to constantly have Allah’s name on my lips. Imagine your Garden in Jannah inshaAllah-
Did you hear that winter’s over? The basil
and the carnations cannot control their laughter.
The nightingale, back from his
wandering, has been made singing master over the birds.
The trees reach out their
congratulations. The soul goes dancing
through the king’s doorway. Anemones blush
because they have seen the rose naked.
Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the
courtroom, and several December thieves steal
away, Last year’s miracles will soon be
forgotten. New creatures whirl in from non-existence, galaxies scattered around their feet.
Have you met them? Do you hear the
bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle?
narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector
of Kingdoms. A feast is set.
wind is pouring wine! Love used to hide
inside images: no more! The orchard hangs
out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by
in shrouds. Nothing can stay bound or be
imprisoned. You say, “End this poem here,
and wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems
are rough notations for the music we are.- Rumi
Come to the orchard in spring
There is light and wine
In the pomegranate flowers
If you do not come
These do not matter
If you do come
These do not matter