spiritual seeker

(22-11-55 / Malaysia)

Spirituality Living


In the cold early spring weather,
The adhan vibrated melodiously,
Between the majestic pinkish Aya Sophia and the Blue Mosque,
Wherein the beautiful names of Allah is whispered,
Spirituality continuously living…
Istanbul, capital of the worlds…
Where history is living anew.

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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Visited the old city of Istanbul in March 2013...it is simply beautiful. Suggest to walk around the old city, muzeum and bazars!

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  • Hans Vr (4/30/2013 10:03:00 PM)

    You put it in words very well my friend.
    We are bathing in spirituality
    Superb 10 (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (4/28/2013 1:13:00 AM)

    I am so jealous, i want to be there too! hahahahaha.....
    have a great vacation and what a lovely poem you shared
    you know the light of a bulb is not staying in the glass it shine outside too
    for brightness is not for keep but to celebrate
    so in our life...our smile, joy, and faith to share
    and love is all for you when you give all them away
    never less but it duplicate more and more
    you are a living spiritual wisdom! _Soul (Report) Reply

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