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?

Sit with True Ones

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim

Oh Loving One
We are liars here tonight
Swaying in an imitated ecstasy
The second we leave these doors
A thousand ilahs spring up in our hearts.

But sometimes during these sittings
When our teacher returns
It comes like
A sword from heaven.
An authority beyond pretence and affectation.
An energy like God's energy
Indeed God's energy
Filtered through man
Hitting Kuffar on the head
Coming like the hand of the principal
At school-
This foolishness your playing at
Has to stop
What you pretend to be
is now exposed
And truth is rattling at your doorsteps.
And no matter how deep you buried your soul,
In what cell you've locked it,
Behind what darkness
It hears the shaking,
And begins the calling:
Oh Lord make this crying on to you
the only true thing I do.
In an ocean of falseness may my resonance be true
Whatever I was given to reach you
May I jump on it and fly
My heart cries out,
Let me escape
from this ribcage nightmare!

For verily every falsehood oppresses
and the Truth is setting me free
My soul is singing now
Our teacher is back
A lamp for a thousand souls
Is rekindled again
And the garden of my heart
Is wet once more
And the slow strangulation of modern life begins
to weaken
like the cold loosening grip of a dying
boa constrictor.
and the flower begins to open into
ten thousand petals of light.

They'll Never Understand

They'll never understand you Sayyidi
You and them
Are like oil and water
You speak Jupiter
And they Mars
You're all Ahkirah
They reek of Dunya.

When you're too hard
They call you a tyrant
Too soft
They say you're unprofessional
Or worse,
you've lost it.

People of materialism
Can only see that which is in front of them.
Can only calculate what they see:
The geometry of imagination.
And what you're talking about
Is, as you say,
Beyond geometry
Beyond time space.

You can lead a horse to water but...
Don't cast pearls at...

Our history is full of these moments

But what you really taught us through all this
Is to forgive and love and forget
To make our hearts the size of the universe.

And this is finally,

The teaching

That makes us

The most happy!

Your Tears

Rasulallah,

the crown of perfection

The real one among a million pretenders

Accomplished what every world leader wants

Without any contrivance of the politics of power

He said only: Release yourself from your imagination

There is only one source to life, one path, one goal.

And he did it with a robe, a staff, and La ilaha Illallah

no spin alley, no lights, no entourage, no pulpit

But even the man who split the moon

Who made the dead come back to life

who from his holy saliva made the blind man to see

even he

was rejected from his tribe

cast into a valley to die

he lost his wife

he lost his children

and yet still he forgave

oh traveler on the road to truth

this world is made for crying

not for gaining but for losing

and the one who could have it all

the Beloved one, Habibullah

took nothing from this serpent pit

but instead turned fire to water

bringing thirsty souls

back to the cool, light being

of the heavenly shade-

nirvana, eden, the eternal warm embrace

away from the world of images and shadows

to the world of light

and he did it with love

pure beautiful love

And when you arrive to the kingdom of light

brought by the gentle shepherd of hearts

what present to bring the King

who has everything?

Well, your tears my child, your tears