The Accumulation Of These Two: Virtue & Wisdom Constitutes The Soul, Which Is Quotes

The accumulation of these two:
Virtue & Wisdom
constitutes the soul,
which is the only thing that
Transmigrates.

Details:
Only Buddhas (or tulkus), it is said, can usually remember past lives,
the major exception to the rule that memories do not transmigrate.

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
- William Blake

ਇਬਾਦਤ ਕਰ ਇਬਾਦਤ ਕਰਨ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲ ਬਣਦੀ ਏ
ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਅੱਜ ਬਣਦੀ ਏ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਕਲ ਬਣਦੀ ਏ ..

Worship God as it will clear all your hurdles
for some it happens today for some it happens tomorrow..

na rabb arsh mu’alla utte
na rabb khaane kaabe - hu
na rabb ilm kitaabi labbha
na rabb wich mahraabe - hu
ganga teerath mool na milya
painde be-hisaabe - hu
jad da murshad milya baahu
chutte sab azaabe - hu

ਨਾ ਰੱਬ ਅਰਸ਼ ਮੁ’ਅੱਲਾ ਉੱਤੇ
ਨਾ ਰੱਬ ਖਾਨੇ ਕਾਬੇ - ਹੂ
ਨਾ ਰੱਬ ਇਲਮ ਕਿਤਾਬੀ ਲਾਬ੍ਭਾ
ਨਾ ਰੱਬ ਵਿਚ ਮਹਰਾਬੇ - ਹੂ
ਗੰਗਾ ਤੀਰਥ ਮੂਲ ਨਾ ਮਿਲਯਾ
ਪੈਂਦੇ ਬੇ -ਹਿਸਾਬੇ - ਹੂ
ਜਦ ਦਾ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ਮਿਲਯਾ ਬਾਹੁ
ਛੁੱਟੇ ਸਬ ਅਜ਼ਾਬੇ - ਹੂ

ना रब्ब अर्श मुअल्ला उत्ते
ना रब्ब खाने काबे - हु
ना रब्ब इल्म किताबी लब्भा
ना रब्ब विच महराबे - हु
गंगा तीरथ मूल ना मिल्या
पैंदे बे-हिसाबे - हु
जद दा मुर्शद मिल्या बाहु
छुट्टे सब अज़ाबे - हु

Neither is God above the highest heaven
nor is God in the Ka’ba - He!
neither was God found in bookish knowledge
nor is God in the mosque’s niche - He!
(even) on pilgrimage to the Ganges,
the source was not found
(despite) going measureless distances - He!
when the Guide was found by Bahu
over were all the torments - He!

Madness in art is Creation.
Madness in poetry is Wisdom.
Madness in the search for God
is the highest form of Worship.

I have again and again grown like grass.
I have experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds.
I died from minerality and become vegetable;
…And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal.
I died from animality and became man.

Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die,
Bring forth wings and feathers like angels.
After that soaring higher than angels-
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that. - Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

Wo roop tha ya rang tha
har pal jo mere sang tha
maine poocha tu kaun hai
usne kaha teri nazar..