Day in and day out he works this land, digging and planting in the field
Another lost cause/ old dirt they say will never yield
But he keeps on working/ digging, planting and uprooting with calloused, tired hands
They don’t understand, just why he keeps on trying/on what they call barren land
He says he knows what they don’t, it’s HIS dirt/ it’s this dirt that made him a man
Ibrahim Ibn Danyal (self)
How can I describe the color of light to a blind man? The eyes improving slightly, some run recklessly to the reflection on the glass, slapping the exterior like moths burning to feel the warmth. The light itself so far hidden within the center of the flame, we seek and yet settle for what is seen only by the eyes. The heart can see what the eyes cannot, empty yourself and see life for the first time.
My true name is Nothing, my enemy tells me otherwise. Depriving myself with hunger is the only true food, My body starves to nourish the spirit. Two loves cannot live in the same heart, I am shamed by my infidelity. Striving to lower my gaze, I am taken with an ocean of forms that are other than my Beloved. Every moment I steal leads me further away, further and further until I am imprisoned by I and Me.
I spread out my mat, in hopes that my Love will notice my longing, acknowledging my calls with a moment of forgetfulness. Forgetfulness of everything I know, everything I hold to be “real”. There is only one Reality. May I follow my namesake, and destroy the idols within my soul.
I took this from the brother Abdur Rahim’s blog, may Allah reward him.
It’s a habit of yours to walk slowly.
You hold a grudge for years.
With such heaviness, how can you be modest?
With such attachments, do you expect to arrive anywhere?
Be wide as the air to learn a secret.
Right now you’re equal portions clay
and water, thick mud.
Abraham learned how the sun and moon and the stars all set.
He said, No longer will I try to assign partners for God.
You are so weak. Give up to Grace.
The ocean takes care of each wave
till it gets to the shore.
You need more help than you know.
You’re trying to live your life in open scaffolding.
Say Bismillah, In the Name of God,
as the priest does with a knife when he offers an animal.
Bismillah your old self
to find your real name.
-Mevlana Jalaludin Rumi
And while you read those last four lines, ponder this ayat:
[Kausar 108:2] “So offer the prayers for your Lord, and perform the sacrifice.”
May Allah bless you and keep you, ameen.
Abu Musa reported that the Prophet (Peace be upon him) said: “You will not be true believers until you are merciful with one another.” They said: “O, Messenger of Allah, we are all merciful!” He said: “It is not that you should be merciful to each other, but you should also merciful in general.” [Note: Agreed upon, Al-Bukhari in Al-Adab and Muslim in Al-Fada`l]
‘Loving-kindness is drawn to the saint, as medicine goes
to the pain it must cure.
Where there is pain, the remedy follows:
wherever the lowlands are, the water goes.
If you want the water of mercy, make yourself low;
then drink the wine of mercy and be drunk.
Mercy upon mercy rises to your head like a flood.
Don’t settle on a single mercy, O son.
Bring the sky beneath your feet
and listen to celestial music everywhere’
Mevlana Jalaludin Rumi(2.1938-1942)