Shadows of Echoes of Clarity

Max Dahlstrand
Thoughts into Words 2016-2019

Narrow Mind

Have Mercy before you read!
And ever thereafter!

Don't haste to judge, let love overflow your judgement.

Good Conduct

Be silent!
No pamphlets!

At first it might seem proper to follow the hunt, but these days the hunters usually don't know the way.

On the Journey

Do not occupy two seats!
None of them belong to you!

We are guests in this world. Leave room for your next.


Change is a good reminder of the Constant.


Dont't mind the stuggle, let it free you!

State of Mind, City of Heart

A king is, at best, a slave;
and a slave is, at best, a servant of a slave.


No matter your social status, remember who you Really are.


Impressions are indents in your mind. Expressions are them popping out.


You interact in this world. Reflect on what passes, but know this is not your Home.


Everything we own,
will burn:
First a piece, then the rest.

are the smaller furnaces.


Shielded experience

There is only Now
Time is us experiencing it


No Matter

When the Chaos seems to begin,

what matters is that of no matter.


This World

This world is the footprint of Allah

So do not leave a trace behind

But in the hearts of your kind


Love for Animals

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."


Different ship

There is no membership in Islam.

Only remembership.


The Saint

The thoughtless man may not hear the music.
The artist has found the symphony within, and plays along.
The saint lets God play His symphony!

Today's Tounge

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.

Attention Intention

If your intentions are great
(well, at least good
– alright then, average)
then re-boot and ask for cover!


Do you not remember what the Beloved said?
Listen to the birds!


If you are lost,
keep calm!
Found yourself?

* A chilla is a sufi seclusion retreat practice to get to know one's self. The most extreme example (Chilla-yi) is a forty day seclusion deep down inside a well, only to come up during times of prayer.


Do we 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!

Problem or Solution

I went to a Mosque and saw no destituts.
Outside 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, 2018

The Potter

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 2018

Eyes Open

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 2018


Empty the world from your heart.
Is it filled with blood?
Try again!

Step Aside

Who are you?
How old are you?
Where are you?

Step aside.

Fear and Hope

My fear is to think I am.
My hope is, to know I am not.


Listen to your heart:
– Allah, Allah
Listen to your breath.
– Allahu, Allahu

Sound Stillness

Silence is the sound of stillness.
Stillness is the moment
of knowing God.

Alpha Beta

How can you own that
which you borrowed from the alphabet?

A Shadow

The one who cannot paint a portrait,
draws a caricature.
In that some see the portrait.


Few are the imams
that can hear the mimbar!

War of the Words

Do not mistake: a word is often sharper
than a sword.


To build,
we need many hands.
To destroy,
one mouth is enough.


A physical now
is an oxymoron.


Sleep, a vessel for Self parting from Self.
–Take off and landing is crucial.

Awakedness, a vessel for Soul.
–Rememberance of God is crucial.

The Portal

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 contrary to God's Symphony,
leaves the music unsound.

Let God

Do not tamper with the flow!


Friendship is that amazing moment
when the curtain between two egos are lifted;
leaving both souls uncovered.

Dis-covered friend.


Hello fellow soul!


How can we love,
without Your love?

How can we see,
without Your sight?

How can we be,
without You?



To question is a good beginning.

To be in awe is a great end.

Move vertically

When the soap is cooked,
clean with it!


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!

Almond in the 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;

our Soul
(like an almond in the Christmas rice pudding).

Drops of Blessings

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 now and then
by scattered drops of blessings


–for the Self–
is seeking measure of eternity.

–for the Soul–
is of no concern.


Time-space is where you think you are.
Yet in your heart is the portal to eternity.
So where are you?
Or rather, are you?

Scent of Paradise

The best a fellow can do
is leaving his Self,
leaving behind a wonderful scent,
for others to follow.