Shaheer has learned much about compassion, humility, and courage… On her journey, she has had to learn a great deal about forgiveness… which she now know is ultimately about love, for others and one’s self… Love led her to knowing that if She is aware, she is learning all the time, from what works well and even more from what doesn't. She grow from achieving her freedom and she soar when she conquer life`s challenges… Sometimes it takes a painful situation to make us change our ways… It took her many years to learn that people will treat us the way we allow them to treat us. She believe that sometimes people are put in our lives to test us until we stand up and say enough is enough… She gives thanks to all of You, The Universe and her own Spiritual Being and The Every Moment...

Although we see sun rising every twelve hours, but life has sun rise and sun set every moment in this time and space. In the embodiment of love a smile travels out of my being and sets on my lips.and stares, this smile of silence begins to ask me, Why you have no trust? This question filled my eyes with nectar of tears as love. (Tears of love) This tears had an awe of Silence. As this tear travels down to be with smile. So friends! what was the question with in the question? Smile asked my being, "Do not you believe in your own love? When my tears of love hugged my silence smile, then silence accepted the words and smile became the paper and tears became the ink and love became the hand and the outcome was the --- "Total Liberation " So the love says, "No one ever faithfully believed in me, because i am the hottest desire for everybody" Love asked my being, "Was Jesus persecuted or me? Were Nanak, Buddha, Muhammad or Krishna misunderstood

O my Silence,  let me offer my self and my heart  and my spirit to You as sacrifice.  To Die and Live in You is easy for me  because I love you! O my Love,  I love You;  I am annihilated in You.  Your existence runs through my veins,  through my heart,  and through my spirit,  and my spirit contains You,  O Beautiful Love,  just You! The Totality of Nature;  which the Italians expressed by defining beauty,  "il piu nell' uno."  Nothing is quite Beautiful alone:  nothing but is Beautiful in the whole. Nature is a sea of forms radically alike and even unique.  A leaf, a sun-beam, a landscape, the ocean,  make an analogous impression on the mind.  What is common to them all,  -- that Perfectness and Harmony,  is BEAUTY.

Every morning when I open my eyes,  hug myself  and I tell myself that it is special. Our walk with God does not depend on people,  places, religion, things or events,  but  depend on our Feelings... Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking.  But one cannot hide from two Beings...... One is God and second is self. We have filled our minds with traditions.  We have divided ourselves from each other  with thousands of rituals, creeds, articles of faith, etc.  which have created hundreds of denominations  proving to the world that  ''Religious places''  could not possibly be Divine  because  the Divinity is NOT divided!

The Nature satisfies me more  than  the any Religious places Anyone who says you can't see a thought  simply doesn't know art Today:  I feel, I am Youngest and smallest spec  in this Beautiful Nature  and  I love my this stage  because  it has a wonderful  and  unique Moments I asked for wonder,  and  Life gave it to me everyday,  If I am not interested  then Nothing is interesting for me  because  then what is mine's mine

The Color of Beauty is Art Anyone who says you can't see a thought simply doesn't know art The Feeling of Oneness is Holy Taste The Nature of Beauty is Happiness. The Beauty of Understanding is Peace. The Nature satisfies me more than the any Religious places O, Wonderful Nature-  I Love you,  Just because you're beautiful  and  perfect master! O, Beautiful Nature,  Whatever you doing,  the way you Artistic,  makes me  Wonderful

I can't be mad, because I can't stay upset with myself I am in love with the Universe.  The Nature makes my nature gentle,  then I become one with it.  Our deepest roots are in nature.  No matter who we are, where we live,  or what kind of life we lead,  we remain irrevocably linked with the rest of creation.   If there is any wisdom running through my life now,  in my walking on this earth,  it came from listening in the Great Silence to the stones,  trees,  space,  the wild animals,  to the pulse of all life as my heartbeat.

Season's are silent poetry The creation of beauty is Art Art is a human expression of nature Words are signs of natural facts The only way that we can know truth--- the spiritual truths of ourselves and of God--- is through the agency of nature.  Therefore,  natural facts are symbols or metaphors,  standing for something beyond  the physical

 In short,  in the first step of my journey of life  that  began with the label of ‘Shaheer’ beamed the consciousness  of all lying within my fold.  In addition,  in every moment of life,  the echo of my sighs impinges upon the string of existence  and  in the motion of my breaths,  it indulges in the paeans of rapturous delight.   “Aha!” Oh, for the AHA that Moments into my soul.  'AHA' rather than Sadness is the Beauty of Life                                                                                           Aha!”  The tune and rhythm of ‘bravo’ becomes an ascetic act. “Aha!”  The echo of this ‘Aha’ becomes a holy recitation.

The harmonious character of this vast existence  takes every object within its fold of uniformity  and  unites uniformity with the Shape-determiner.  The peeping of the sun into the calm moments of dawn,  the chirping of the birds,  the appearance of the trees in peaceful colors  and  above the motion of breaths  (the act of respiration),  the muteness of existence— the homogeneity of all these processes and then,  merges them into the unknown feelings  and  perceptions—  Making the bodily into the bodiless,   Turning color into colorlessness,  Turning shape into shapelessness,

Suddenly something transpired,  I realized that from beyond some feeling  or  perception was waking my sense of existence  with the twist of some emotion suppressed within me.  What it was,  there was no way to apprehend it.  When the consciousness,  lurking in the frown on my forehead,  received the quiver of some sound  through the cavities of my ears,  then—  To every human’s personalitiy,   I felt incapable of conveying  The shape of every happening,  The awareness of every enviro nment,  And the feelings and expressions on every countenance.

In the depth of my being there is a soundless  rhythm .  A  Rhythm  that lives in the Silence of the universe.  It accepts to melt with Spring;  now it takes shape like Flowers  and  Aroma is it's Song without Words and Sounds.  When I listen to its  rhythm  [Aroma] with my mind,  I see only the beauty of its  rhythm  ;  When I touch my being  I listen to its beat  and  vibrations.