Shadows of echoes of clarity
For the narrow minded
Caution! Have mercy before you read!
And ever thereafter!
The ignorant man may not hear the music.
The artist has found the symphony within, and plays along.
The saint lets God play His symphony!
On the journey
Do not occupy two seats!
None of them belongs to you!
Does the world need larger mosques, or smaller Muslims?
The earth is the hall of prayer.
Yet we build walls!
Do not serve your Religion.
Serve the Jew, the Christian, the Buddhist and the Hindu!
The tongue of today
Generated words used to take generations.
Social media changed that.
But few know their meaning.
Cause and effect
We deserve the Sea in which we are drowning;
from Isis to Pegida.
Do you not remember what the Beloved said?
Listen to the birds!
If you are lost, keep calm!
Problem and solution
I stepped into a Mosque and saw no destituts.
I stepped outside and they were everywhere.
See the problem?
Or the solution?
The rise of human consciousness is the ultimate gift and the ultimate tragedy. With the rise of consciousness you wonder; what is the cause, what is the effect? what is birth, what is death? what is the beginning, what is the end? who are you, and who is everyone else? why is there injustice, why is there justice? All of it arises in order for us to return to original supreme consciousness. The mosque inside, outside, the washroom, the mess they make everywhere – all of it is an expression of destitution of human beings, until they unite with the cosmic Being; the One and only One, Allah. – Shaykh Fadhlalla Haeri
If your intentions are great
(well, at least good
– alright then, average)
then re-boot and ask for cover!
Empty the world from your heart.
Is it filled with blood?
Who are you?
How old are you?
Where are you?
Listen to your heart:
Can you hear “Allah, Allah”?
When you breath, listen to your breath.
Can you hear ”Allahu, Allahu”?
Silence is the sound of stillness.
Stillness is the moment of knowing.
How can you own that which you borrowed from the alphabet?
The one who cannot paint a portrait, draws a caricature.
In that caricature the ignorant sees the portrait.
Few are the imams that can hear the mimbar!
War of the Words
Some people mistake the word for a sword.
But playing with a sword is not the same as playing with a word.
To build something, we need many hands.
To destroy, one mouth suffice.
A physical now is an oxymoron.
Sleep is the vessel for the soul parting from your self.
–Take off and landing are crucial.
Awakedness is the vessel for the enlightened soul.
–Remembrance of God is crucial.
The distance from here to the end of universe is vast.
The distance from your heart to Eternity is nigh.
Shock of realization
The provocateur is often the visionary.
All the things you do in contradiction to the true symphony, leaves the music unsound.
Do not tamper with the flow!
There is no room for thoughts in a perfect dance. No space can contain it, and no time to constrain it.
The appearance of movement is but the desire to be still; in peace with soul, in love with God.
All of these expressions prove that we are still under water; higher, lower, more light, more shadow, changes, changes, changes: differentiated sameness; confusing, and confusion. All of it indicating the original fusion by Whos Mercy we are here in the turmoil, desiring desperately crying for the bliss of the Oneness from which we emerge. Salam. – Shaykh Fadhlalla Haeri
To question is a good beginning.
To be in awe is a great end.
All the things I do, all the things I say,
all the things I think, all the things I know;
what are these things, if I may, but veils between me and You?
Oh God, let me remember!
For every breath, for every heart beat, for every thought,
that I am with You;
let me live! let me die! let me resurrect! and spare me from my self,
and cover me!
And give me shade, and love me!
So that I may love You, with every breath, and that which is in between!
How can we love, without Your love?
How can we see, without Your sight?
How can we be, without You?
Almond in the Christmas rice pudding
We’re in this soup together: Me and you, the sun, the moon, air and fire.
There is no barrier between us and the stars, neither between our inner secrets and the banana fly.
But there is this,
–and it is not a thing,
that separates us from that,
and it is our soul (like an almond in the Christmas rice pudding).
Spirit: move vertically!
When the soap is cooked, clean with it!
I am like the fly
– no less than a fly, for a fly buzzes it’s hymn in perfect harmony-
on the backpack of my Shaykh
Carried from one great gathering to another
Hit by scattered drops of blessings
Hello fellow Soul!
The sounds are the same; but now in a celestial melody.
My ears are not mine.
The things are where they where; but now in a heavenly dance.
My eyes are not mine.
Food tastes the same; but now masterly prepared.
My tongue is not mine.
I bump into the same tings, but now a gentle meeting.
My skin is not mine.
The difference is I: not there anymore!
Nothing is yours. Not because nothing belongs to you; it is because there is no you. The real you is an echo or a shadow of a light that is in transit on this earth. There is no you. There is no he, I, him, or it. There is only that cosmic light; and we are here to be prepared to meet it, and be at one with it, and return to it after we give up what we stoved as ours, which is the body, the mind, the biography. There is only it. – Shaykh Fadhlalla Haeri
Friendship is that amazing moment when the curtain between two egos are lifted; leaving both souls uncovered.
Fear and hope
My fear is to think I am.
My hope is, to think I am not.
Time is, to the novice, to know how long it is left to eternity.
Time, for the enlightened one, is of no concern.
Time-space is where you think you are. Yet in your heart is the portal to Eternity.
Scent of Paradise
The best a fellow man can do is leaving his self, leaving behind a wonderful scent,
for others to follow.
There is no membership in Islam.
This world (2019-02-12)
This world is the footprint of Allah
So do not leave a trace behind
But in the hearts of your kind
Love for animals (2019-02-12)
A Shaykh of Oil said to me 20 years ago:
“Islam is the love for animals.”
I scorned at that.
But today I read in the paper:
“Man killed all insects.”
No Matter (2019-02-12)
When the Chaos seems to appear,
Remember, what matters is that of no matter.
Shielded experience (2019-03-04)
There is only the Now
Time is us experiencing it
Experience is the vehicle on the journey of the ever lasting Now