peace lies beyond the dale...

Paradise is under the shadow of swords- Our Master Muhammad, Peace be upon Him

Do not think that I came to bring peace on the earth; I did not come to bring peace, but a sword - Our Master Jesus, Peace be upon Him

Peace be Upon those who have declared war on themselves and are victorious


The joy of egos is the ruin of souls
the ruin of egos is the soul of joy
no rest until the war is won
The Sword of Love

And what is the sword of love?
It is a sword from heaven
coming to cut the heads of indifference, illusion, ingratitude.

May we lose our heads and gain our freedom!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

doubt is the poison that cures in the end

The way to truth is fraught with a thousand falsehood turns,
If you are scared of anything but Allah
This path is not for you
We are caught here amongst the breathing, the looking, the feeling, the thinking
With only the hunch of something
Pulling us to Meaning
We are out here in the desert of our consciousness
Skirting the knife edge between faith and doubt
Hope and hopelessness
Realization and confusion
This is why i was told:
A human is a hero

Abu Bakr said

“Patience is half of faith, and confidence is all of it.”

Belief is connection
“..our way is association..”
When belief goes
The enormity of ten thousand problems and terrors
Weighs on the heart:
I feel bad…
I feel panicky…
What do I do…?
Where is there to go…?

Before one tastes the sweetness of being a believer
One has to sweat in disconnected hollowness
To stare it in the face
To drink the drought of disbelief
And expel it from your system forever

But in his presence
It feels the week I just lived was no more that a minute
And in his gaze,
Eternity.

I called myself a believer before I met
Shaykh Nazim
and by a miracle
I was kept on the path, pretending
until I felt his holy face
upon my trembling heart
and now for me nothing exists of truth
but what is coming from him

Religion is at best an imitation
at worse a business scam
esoterism is wolves play
a place for children and rogues to waste their days away
Theology is machinery of the mind
historians want a story
they can suck through their innards
and out their behinds again
but
faith and being
is found only through the holy ones
and is a gift
not something repeatable
and learned only through one beautiful
ocean
called friendship
founded on the shores of trust

if you want to find the answers
to the questions in your heart
know that everyone who made it
had to walk just like you
and to fight the tiger fight between the crosshairs
of a gun
to see in your heart
if it was truth or falsehood who won

So another idol broken today
As they pull you back once more from the brink
"There but for the Grace of God go I…"


Doubt is for believers and miracles as well

Hard hearted ones never doubt in their denial
Never even believe after being shown.

Doubt is the poison spat by Shaytan
Turned to medicine by the One
into the miracle we call belief

Oh Allah
Everything belongs to You,
We own nothing and to You we are returning
It is You who make us believe or not
Make us believers
Show us truth as truth and falsehood as falsehood
We know what we’ve tasted in our hearts and our souls
We’ve seen the difference between right and wrong
We know Islam only gives more light and only betters humanities state
Keep us as Muslims
Keep us

Believers are the spice that gives the world taste
Sayyids are the spice that gives Believers their taste
The grandchildren of the Prophet,
the dervish Arabs of the trust, carry Islam in their very blood and beings
It is in their rhythm, their pain, their love, their sweat
That you will find the grace you are looking for.
Rasulallah asked us to look out for them,
May our love for him be true
Words of wisdom:
Fear your Lord!
Stand firm for good ones against devils!
Think on it!
Take your care!
Beware of Shaytan!
This Dunya is a carcass those who seek to devour it our dogs!