Declaration

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem
My language is the language of revelation
My country is the country of servitude
My homeland is in the hereafter
My tribe is the tribe of Muhammad
My family is the family of Shaykh Nazim
Our path is the path of safety
I am a child of Islam
My race is the race of believers
My people are the people of the qiblah
The people of the promise
The people of the final revelation
Our Goal is Allah
We are strangers here on Earth
We are a soul which happens to be in a body
Not a body with a soul
I will defend the honor of the good ones
I am sayfudeen,
A child of Islam and orphan to the world
I pray that everyone of my descendents
Are followers and lovers
Of our master Muhammad
And believers in Allah and eternity
May all Celtic people accept this message
And come to peace here and hereafter.

There is a space beyond the three religions
beyond our childlike selfishness of
"My Truth" "My Love" "My Experience"
but you can only enter that space through those doors.

I want to go there with you

Its a place of no formality, no fear, no imagination
no shortcuts, no pain

its path is found through the darkness of 4:00 am
when confusion and doubt has pushed the person back to the fuel fire he calls pure belief: Oh my Lord guide me, if you don't guide me I am lost

so many things to follow or believe in, the charisma of ten thousand shadows
and yet only one shining sun.

God does not guide those who do wrong

Oh my Lord correct my ways

I have only my sincerity and my yearning for certainty

I want your intimacy not an imitation
protect us from those false alternatives that swirl around us like black magic and incense

The sun rises and the numbness of worldly concerns takes over for a moment
for those of us that would like to follow a path
we would do well to remember that before The kaba there was Ibrahim's hands and his faith, before Islam there was Muhammad in his silent retreat,
we are Jewish because Moses was called to the sacred valley of Tuwa,
and Christian because there was such a man on earth called Christ
Religion is not a club to join, a set of rules to follow, and system, or house to enter- there are believers, and such a thing as being lost, and such a thing as truth.

There is a Garden in my Heart

There is a garden in my heart,
a place where placelessness resides,
where the Sower of the seeds
plants His wondrous mysteries.

I'm asking to return there from
the world of multiplicity, to
the shores of His Unity.

Physicality is nothing,
the spirit, the hidden king.

Oh Maker of the mysteries and miracles of life
do not leave me to myself for even a blink of an eye
but keep me always in Your mercy
and the gardens of Your love for
verily Your beloved one said:
Angels roam the earth to find on it
groves from Paradise- and what are these groves
but the circles of His Blessed Remembrance
where humble souls chant his Light
In beautiful harmony
and find themselves, against all odds,
amidst the din of a deafening world:
the greatest miracle of all.

May we find these hidden gardens in our hearts
and in the homes of those
He's chosen to guide us back to Him
and never leave them for a moment
for that is the greatest sin,
not missed prayers, nor the lying,
nor the cheating, but the running
from Him still and the
stuffing of a million idols in the
house that is only for One.
May He, Exalted and High above all else
forgive us and accept our counterfeit ways and admit us to
His gardens- the very best end for all.

Losing Ourselves

This love is more than we can bare
This La ilaha ill Allah is more than we can take
Its reality makes nonsense of ourselves
Makes clear there is an Existant beyond
Mere hearing, seeing, touching, feeling
Something glowing always there
we sleep, we eat, we laugh, we drink
Sometimes hot, sometimes cold
Sometimes full, sometimes not.
And yet it still remains
we believe too much
In this material world.
we are in a deep deep sleep
Sometimes though sitting in the garden's shade
Hiccups bring us back
But our frames cannot contain
The excitement of revisiting
We shake we cry and
We call to you Yah Rabb!
We call to you and say
We are poor
Yah Rabb
We are in need of you
And You are Rich
Save us from the darkness of dissatisfaction
Of fufillment that never comes.
Protect us and may
We utter your Divine Names
Forever and ever
Amin.

Dua

We are asking

For this light
Our Lord we thank you
And we are asking
For Muhammad
Lord we thank you
And we are saying:
Have no fear for those whose
Hearts have golden linings
Mustapha has come to bring us
Into the garden
Peace and Blessings be upon him
We thank you
And we are asking
For his secret
For his smile
We are asking
For his prayers
We are asking
For his speech
we are asking
We are asking our Lord
To be dust under his feet
Ya Rabb
To be your abd
Ya Rabb
We are asking
For this light
The Best of Creation
Peace and Blessings be upon him
We are asking to be part of his ummah
We are proud of this ya Rabb
And humble to You
You have blessed us
More than any before
We are asking to be worthy
And thankful
Revelation is complete...
The full moon has risen...
May we have the strength
To stay steadfast
In love our Lord
And we are asking...

Slowly Look

Slowly look
at the fallen snowflakes
they blanket the concrete
face of the city
with a heavenly robe

look how they sparkle together
like tiny fallen angels
look how they muffle the sirens
and the car alarm wails

look

just look

and listen to each snowflake
landing on the ground
like wind chimes
like lovers
they sing with every
sacrificial encounter

I left my heart in Istanbul
Sweet dervish city
of ten thousand lights
ten thousand portals to the other world
ten thousand mosques, dergahs and holy graves
that freshness of the living faith
Eyyup Sultan
Beloved Eyyup!
waves of tajalli
like oceans of energy
were almost to much to bear
and I'm praying still in his mosque
next door.

I left my heart in Istanbul
I will return to find it there
singing in the gentle hue
of a sun beam illuminating the dust

Oh I want to play and live and die
in the streets of Istanbul
where gardens for the soul
are on every street corner

It is the city of light
and blues and greys
the city of my heart for sure
Oh Istanbul
when will I return to thee?