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!

Brave Enough

There are times
when I’m trying to become whole
            and feel brave enough
                        to allow the door
                                    of love’s pain to open,
and watch
            what comes out.

 Something always comes,
            one way or another
filling me with guilt,
            or the loss of things I can’t repair,
                            or change,
                                         or fix.

It shreds my heart, and
                        almost takes away
the desire to live;
                        almost,
                            but not quite.
 
So, I stand with it
                        face to face,
Brave enough to not run
                 I ask it
                        what can I do for you?
It answers:
            accept me
                and I will accept you.

Yearning

"There is some kiss we want with our whole lives" - Rumi

You think you yearn

                         for things you don’t have,

When

         In reality

                       You yearn for something you already possess

                                                                     but have forgotten.

Rumi says go ahead and yearn, 

            As hard as you can, yearn

                           As if your LIFE depended on it.

Finally, you will be exhausted,

              so tired you can't even think of yearning.  

Then, in that stillness 

                                  behind yearning

                                                          something gives up: 

The pain of separation

                                    from that 

                                                  which we yearn.

Funny how 

                   no one ever sees 

                                            yearning as a veil

                                                                    hiding 

                            That Kiss we want with our whole lives.  

 

Song of the Mureed

 

Song of the Mureed

 

Part I: Love Everlasting

Said the Murshid:

Give me thy hand,

I will walk with thee through the valley of death,

That thou might know, as I know, life everlasting.

For I was born

that thou may have eternal life.

Part II: A Drop in Thy Ocean

When I feel myself as a drop in the ocean of your heart,

Wherein the whole universe is reflected,

Then truly do I know there is only One Being.

Lost in the embrace of thy ecstasy, 

I become one with

All the rhythms of life,

and the stillness beyond.

 

Part III: Heaven on Earth

Beloved Murshid

Thy humanity calls my soul to Earth,

And thy divinity transforms

Earth into Heaven.

Part IV: Oh Holy One

 Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus

Sings the mureed’s heart

In the presence of the murshid;

Eyes attentive,

Lips closed,

Heart Open.

Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus

Through the murshid, the most holy one is present.

The sacred gate of God’s light upon Earth,

An answer to the yearning of the mureed’ s heart and soul.

Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus

Veiled to the world,

The murshid becomes unveiled to the mureed

And thereby

ushers the mureed into the presence of the Divine.

Ya Quddus, Ya Quddus,

Oh Holy One.

This poem is dedicated to my beloved Murshid, Sufi Amin Sherdil Richard Macko Chishti, Peace be Upon Him! 

The Mureed is a seeker, who seeks spiritual realization and guidance from the God-Realized Teacher or Murshid.

There are many friendships in this world, but the friendship between murshid and mureed is in the path of God, in the path of Light and Truth." Therefore, every earthly relation may have a chance to break, but the relation between murshid and mureed is not for the life on earth only. It is this belief which keeps their souls together, helping each other along the spiritual path. - Hazrat Inayat Khan

Ya Quddus means the most holy or sacred one.