salaam, what sufi order are you with? who is your murshid?
it is refreshing to find pictures of Shi'i events. and also the reminder that people forget -- that shi'is do mourn in ramadhan and that eid can bring up somber moments as well.
i ask because i am on the search for a murshid in the true sense (I think many sufis have sold out) -- but although I see a strong connection between sufism and azadari, have not been able to find a murshid that would be able to help with both.
i do not use flikr -- but if you could e-mail me
would really appreciate it.
I continue with my 21 Ramzan pictures I had kept on hold about 85 pictures that I will upload will end this series and the latter ones are random shots of people sleeping on the roads taken from Ali Reza Shirazis bike he dropped me home.
all roads lead to kings circle a karmic circle above all things abode of the lord of the lords the king of kings around him behind him in front of him head bowed hymns on a sitar string the gaud saraswat brahmin soulfully sings removing obstacles giving you a new life great many things with tears in my eyes i write this even to this beggar muslim hope he brings a pendulum of fate that evenly swings a turban on his head barefeet shooting hope and hindutva as message of peace master of the rings tolerance mutual coexistence is the core of all living things a life well lived does not bother about any other thing the soul smiles as it peacefully embarks on Lord GSB 's wings
Dedicated to Dr Bhujang Pai and his family who has always helped me in my time of need , Mr KG Shenoy and Mr Dinesh Pai without them I could have never shot the Lord Year after year i…
akhri jumma the namazis in a hurry in the evening they will sight the moon ramzan will be over soon next day will be the iddul fitr namaz good fortune while another drunk muslim lies on the floor immune at bandra bazar road tears on the soul of a sand dune broken strings of a guitar gone out of tune mankind 'caught in the throes of remorse religiosity allah hao akbar om shanti om om mani padme hoon hope humanity on the streets of pain bestrewn
I am nothing born out of something in the soul of everything a saintly earthling giant steps minus the spring i am death she is my sting a broken heart a broken wing from the window of her heart into the abyss of dark desires she did fling my foto thing
i am human gods powerful blessing my blog is only a window dressing thoughts more pressing keep on guessing my flesh falters at my souls undressing she me the silence the whispers of her cat like tongue her karmic caressing as i go deeper deeper into the labial lips of her mind a phallic thought totally distressing