School of Sufi Teaching

United Kingdom

Naqshbandi, Mujaddidi, Chishti, Qadiri & Shadhili practices

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Name: School of Sufi Teaching
Account Number: 11397222
Sort Code: 40-03-16
Bank: HSBC UK
Address: 85 Lewisham High Street, Lewisham, London SE13 6BE
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Hope / going within / a warning

 
The flames of destruction are disguised
As calm and rational good intentions.
It is all very well wanting to shout a warning,
But if you can’t find your voice, no-one will hear you.
You can whisper it to the wind,
Go deep into the well of your own soul,
And hope another will draw up clear water
To wash the world clean.
You can go back, back as far as you can go,
Back to your little child,
Back to the womb,
Back to the germ of your life,
Back beyond that to the vastness from which you came.
If you can whisper from there,
The whole universe, if it picks up your vibration,
Will hear you.
Clive Perrett
 
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