The solitude of Oneness is nice,
but blind to the sparks of life.
The purpose in creation,
is our celebration,
where One becomes all that it is!
Poems flowing from a heart melting in the loving sun of spirit.
The solitude of Oneness is nice,
but blind to the sparks of life.
The purpose in creation,
is our celebration,
where One becomes all that it is!
“When the attributes of darkness lift, light takes its place, and the one with the eye of the soul sees. He recognizes what he sees with the light of the Names of divine attributes. Then he himself is flooded by light and becomes light. These lights are still veils hiding the light of the divine Essence, but the time comes when they too are drawn back, leaving only the light of the divine Essence itself.”
ʿAbd al-Qādir al-Jīlānī
Each morning, whether there be
Clear blue skies or the darkest clouds,
Terrifying thunder or raptured stillness,
Shattering rain or a gentle shower,
Freezing ice or a warm sun
Every Bird awakens
singing
praises to life
They do not look to the world outside
for confirmation,
They feel the Glory of Life within,
and therefore
nothing can stop them
from singing!
Each Morning,
May we awaken
like Birds.
Know my Friend,
that which is called by the lover
is but the Beloved calling back.
Oh, I know it sounds like your own voice,
but listen more carefully!
Who am I right now oh Flame?
A betrothed moth!
A Lover who once thought he knew who he was,
melted by thy heat, and lost to any self that was.
There is an emptiness in this state, like being hollowed out
with no solid sense of self upon which walk.
Waiting in this state is not romantic,
like the poetry books say -
Being nothing, but not yet enough of nothing
to be One.
So I am waiting,
Betrothed at flame's door,
for love
to finish the job of
Consuming what's left.
Waiting to become A moth, after the flame.
Quietly, so quietly, something left last
night
It must have climbed out that
hole I’ve been digging
for years now
in the ground of ego.
It was quiet, I heard nothing,
like water evaporating,
or shadows dissolving in sunlight.
Where it went I don’t much care,
but this does explain that
strange feeling of absence and disorientation.
It’s weird,
I can’t move anymore, I can’t think
anymore
I still try, but
its hollow, empty,
feeble, like after a stroke.
I guess I’m going to have to rely on YOU
Beloved to help me,
I Hope you love me that much.
Fortunately, breath still moves, ever
constant,
I will pay attention to that, like an
embrace beyond mortality;
I ask myself: “so what are you going to
do now that you’re gone?”
I answer: “I think I’ll just be still
and listen more intently.”
Maybe I will finally relax, and
surrenderer to your embrace,
and let YOU
move me.
Now I must cling to you for my very life
Beloved,
I pray, "guide me on the path of thine
own goodness,
Use me for the purpose that thy wisdom
chooseth".
I hope this leaving frees me
from the cataracts and
blindness
and adds some sense of freedom.
I won’t ask it though, I’ll just let it
show me, if it will.
I can’t go back, I don’t want to go
back,
To what I was,
even though I could, because
the thread is still there.
But I can’t quite go forward either,
like I used too,
in the ways I knew so well,
using my own initiative -
because that left too!
I need new behaviors, call it
Surrendered Being
To think without me doing the thinking
To speak without me doing the speaking
To move without me doing the moving
Ah, but such Faith is required …
It’s a mystery,
This Reunion with the Beloved.
We don’t have to know her,
we just have to long for her.
Then when we call her name,
She
can hear us and will come!
As it is said: “Call and I Will answer!”
The solitude of Oneness is nice, but blind to the sparks of life. The purpose in creation, is our celebration, where One becomes a...