The divine names of God

The Divine Names form my body,

My essence forms the Divine Names;

La Ilaha Illah La 

Ishq Allah Ma`bud Allah

The Divine Names

are stars giving birth to all worlds, and

their essence is the luminous intelligence of every existence.

Ya Aq'il

 “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

Be Like Birds

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.

 

A Sufi's Call

 

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!

A Betrothed Moth

 

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.

Me Leaving Me

 

Me Leaving Me Part 1:  Gone

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.

 

Me Leaving Me – Part 2:  Because I am not here anymore

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.

 

Me Leaving Me Part 3:  I am lost

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".

 

Me Leaving Me Part 4:  What’s Next

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 …  

Blind Reunion - Call and I will Answer

 

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!”

In The End

In the end,

When we are given eyes of clear sight,

                                    We will be judged;

Not by some lofty God,

                                    By our own conscience.

Here, it may seem forgiveness 

is not close by,

            But she will come, 

                                   if she sees you crying,

             to dry your tears.

 

Hey, I have an idea, 

Why not cry now,

Cry hard,

Feel your soul shaking

                For all you’ve loved,

                                            and lost and harmed;             

Did you know, 

    you can dry these tears, 

                        with your own forgiveness?

But who would think that forgiving ourself,

                is harder than forgiving another!

To dry these tears, 

                    The sleeve of a robe filled with a broken heart

Seems to work best! 

Now, if you have consider all this,

I think you will find, that in the end    

            You will not be judged,

                     You will be loved.

  And love is stronger than death!