April 2005 Archives

The Sleepers in the Cave

There is a particular story in the Qur’án which until now has made no sense to me. I’ve only had one idea of what it could mean. Today, however, I was struck with an idea which, true or not, excited me enough to write it down – which also reminded that I wanted to say something about how I go about interpreting:

Rational plausibility

When I attempt to interpret Scripture for myself, I use a method which I call “rational plausibility”. The approach is not one of seeking truth, or the “right” interpretation, but simply a answer that is rationally plausible. It may have nothing to do with what the verse is really saying. What it does do is excite me with the idea that other such answers might exist, and that at least I found one of them. It is this excitement, which encourages me to dig deeper, that I am seeking; because unless I’m excited about a particular verse, it holds no interest for me at all. Rational plausibility is about uncovering Scripture’s intriguing aspect, independent of whether what I come up with is “right” or not.

The Sleepers

In the Qur’án there is a mysterious Súrih called “the Cave” (chapter 18). One of its stories depicts a number of youths whom God sent to a particular cave and put to sleep for nearly three hundred years, so that He might test them on waking to see if they knew how long it had been. But none of them knew, nor could anyone else accurately say after the event…

Bahá’u’lláh, in His mystical text The Four Valleys states that a verse from this story contains the meaning of the second of those four valleys. Here is the full reference:

If the wayfarer’s goal be the dwelling of the Praiseworthy One (Mahmúd), this is the station of primal reason which is known as the Prophet and the Most Great Pillar. Here reason signifieth the divine, universal mind, whose sovereignty enlighteneth all created things – nor doth it refer to every feeble brain; for it is as the wise Saná’í hath written:

How can feeble reason encompass the Qur’án, Or the spider snare a phoenix in his web?
Wouldst thou that the mind should not entrap thee?
Teach it the science of the love of God!

On this plane, the traveler meeteth with many a trial and reverse. Now is he lifted up to heaven, now is he cast into the depths. As it hath been said: “Now Thou drawest me to the summit of glory, again Thou castest me into the lowest abyss.” The mystery treasured in this plane is divulged in the following holy verse from the Súrih of THE CAVE:

“And thou mightest have seen the sun when it arose, pass on the right of their cave, and when it set, leave them on the left, while they were in its spacious chamber. This is one of the signs of God. Guided indeed is he whom God guideth; but for him whom He misleadeth, thou shalt by no means find a patron.”

If a man could know what lieth hid in this one verse, it would suffice him. Wherefore, in praise of such as these, He hath said: “Men whom neither merchandise nor traffic beguile from the remembrance of God….”

This station conferreth the true standard of knowledge, and freeth man from tests. In this realm, to search after knowledge is irrelevant, for He hath said concerning the guidance of travelers on this plane, “Fear God, and God will instruct thee.” And again: “Knowledge is a light which God casteth into the heart of whomsoever He willeth.”

An interpretation

In Islamic mysticism, Creation is divided into three days: The day when all souls were brought before God and He asked them, “Am I not your Lord?”, to which all replied, “Yea, verily!”; the day of mortal existence, where we prove our fidelity to that Covenant; and the day of Judgment, when all are judged according to their faithfulness.

In this scheme, we see God clearly on the first and third days, but a veil covers us throughout the second day. That veil has a purpose, however, which Bahá’u’lláh mentions in a few places; for example:

He Who is the Day Spring of Truth is, no doubt, fully capable of rescuing from such remoteness wayward souls and of causing them to draw nigh unto His court and attain His Presence. “If God had pleased He had surely made all men one people.” His purpose, however, is to enable the pure in spirit and the detached in heart to ascend, by virtue of their own innate powers, unto the shores of the Most Great Ocean, that thereby they who seek the Beauty of the All-Glorious may be distinguished and separated from the wayward and perverse.

Since our function in this life is to “die to the world” and be “born again of the spirit”, it is a bit like being asleep and summoned to wake through our love of God (a love which is recalled when we remember our “first day”: “Would ye but sanctify your souls, ye would at this present hour recall that place and those surroundings…”; and “…the bird of thy soul shall recall the holy sanctuaries of preexistence…”). That this state of sleep has a purpose indicates a heavenly wisdom which the discerning may penetrate. Such penetration is termed marifat*, or intimate understanding of divine matters. If the second of the four valleys describes the station of the knowers (*árifín), perhaps the allegory of the Cave gives the secret of why this world has the form that it does. In this sense, I would interpret the quoted verse as:

We saw the Sun in its glory at the dawn of our creation (when it arose); and will see it again clearly when this day has ended (as it passes on the left). During the interim, because this world is like a cave where we are blocked from the Sun, we cannot see Him clearly even though He shines over everything. Furthermore, God has cast sleep on our eyes so He might test us. Once we awaken in the cave, will we hold to One we can’t see clearly? Will the dark and shadows seem more real to us, or our knowledge of the unseen Sun?

If we understand we’ve been asleep, and God alone knows the truth of it, we might hold to Him despite all outward appearances. His hand moves all things toward their completion, and nothing moves or rests except by His bidding. “Say: All things are of God” would be our guide, and fear of God, our source of knowledge. If one can awake in the cave, but still know the Sun is there – by his inner eye – he will have proven his understanding and faith.

Commentary: The soul of rebellion

Someone asked recently what the inspiration was behind the poem “The soul of rebellion”:

I had been pondering the reality of love for the past six months or so. I began to see that as love grows, it encompasses everything – absolutely everything! It has no taint of hatred, which is the spirit of rejecting or pushing things away (at least, not in the heart, since sometimes love requires actions that appear similar to rejection).

If this is so, then ultimately Love must embrace even Hatred, and be able to see what is lovable about it. This is when it discovers that Love’s response to Hatred is its ultimate proof. In fact, without Hatred, Love would not be tested and would not be known as a reality. That is, if there were no Hatred, Love would simply be the law of things and there would be no consciousness of it at all.

At the moment I realized that all my loathing of my dark side was my dark side. It was not my light side hating my dark, but was the dark itself. My light side only loves – and loves the dark side. And so I imagined myself descending into my inner hell, and embracing my brother Satan, who works for me in mysterious ways that only Love can appreciate. It’s my limitations that create the distinction between Love and Hate, when in reality they are partners of a single Truth. Through the dynamic of their interaction, God becomes known in a conscious and palpable way.

Once I came to love my dark side – whose destruction helps clear away old thought, whose fury is a source of strength, whose impatience saves me from complacency – I realized there is nothing about my creation that I dislike. I am perfect: even my flaws are perfect. I am just as God made me. It is what I choose to do with this perfect being that brings me either joy or sorrow. When I focus on Him, I am happy; when I turn away from Him, I am sad. But as for me, myself, there is nothing that needs to be added or taken away. Only used.

And so, it was “I” who placed my light side in heaven, and my dark side in hell, and drew the boundary between them. Once this tyranny is undone, then all parts will be recipients of the same Light. His Light shines on high and low alike. Every part of me was designed to the end of knowing and worshiping God.

The wind

The wind whispers secrets  
ears cannot hear,  
its magics unknown to a  
"heart possessed by fear".

Gird up your faith!  
Walk on those waves!  
Find the hidden Gem  
that hides before your eyes...

For the moment is precious  
and the days are short;  
soon, this grand movie  
will play to its end.

So listen again --  
listen a thousand times! --  
to that coy, coquettish wind...  
and when you hear its answer:  
Ascend.

A dream

The following dream occurred Saturday morning, April 23rd. It has an added significance for me because these are the days (Apr 21 – May 2) when we commemorate Bahá’u’lláh’s declaration in the garden of Ridván, in Baghdad, 1863.

In the dream I was sent back in time to witness the declaration of Christ’s mission. Not from the point of view of this world, however, but from the next.

Accordingly, other than the strange, sourceless light and the orange-tinted landscape, Christ was not known by the name Jesus, but David. He was a heroic figure, with a commanding presence and a long, gleaming sword. He came before the Israelites to summon them to His kingdom, at the temple in Jerusalem.

It was a Greek sort of temple, with angled roof and several white columns in front; it was entirely of stone. He went to the roof of this temple, and in an over-powering voice that all could hear called out:

“I am the Man of God!”

As He said this, a massive stone pillar fell from the sky and crashed into the roof of the temple – not destroying it, but fitting into a socket there. As it landed, the impact caused an earthquake to shake the countryside. The power of His declaration brought the city to its knees, and many fell trembling.

Then He declared: “I bring the Law of God!”

Again, a pillar fell, this time connecting to the top of the previous one. There was another earthquake, shaking the entire city to its foundations.

While this was happening, I was on the ground near the temple. I had fallen to my knees and was weeping, crying out, “I understand! I understand! I finally understand!” A feeling of utter comprehension swept through me. I’m not sure exactly what I understood, but it was like seeing for the first time something that had always been in front me, but I never recognized. I think it had to do with realizing the majesty of Christ’s power and station.

David followed these declarations with three others that I can no longer remember. In the dream I repeated them to myself several times, trying to memorize them because they seemed so important. They ran along the lines of: “To reveal the Way of God!”, “To bring you to the House of God!”, “For such is the Will of God!” Each declaration was punctuated by a pillar and an earthquake – bringing the mighty low before His command. The pillars were of different colors, though I can’t remember the order exactly now; something like: blue, yellow, red, green and orange.

Once He made His declarations, He descended from the temple to face the tribes of Israel. They were amassed as an army to destroy Him. He charged forward with His sword, effortlessly dispatching the soldiers two and three at a time with His silvery sword, shining as if bathed in moonlight. The dignity of His bearing was like a granite promontory over which so many powerless waves were breaking.

As He defeated the soldiers, the archangel Michael appeared from behind Him, glowing with a golden light, His sword shining like polished gold. Michael’s swing removed the soldiers tens and hundreds at a time. Each time Christ would repulse an assault, Michael would appear to lend His assistance.

As this was happening, a great, golden dragon appeared from behind Michael. Part of the creature was white, while the wings were solid gold. It had a shape and head that was almost half dragon, half dog – similar to the dragons of Chinese mythology. On thinking about it more, I think it was something like a huge, slender lion.

The lion was powerful beyond measure2, and decimated the army, thousands at a stroke. In fact, the whole of the battle lasted less than a minute before the army was completely destroyed. There was nothing left of the force that had arrayed itself against Christ.

In the end He turned to the remaining tribes. These instantly dropped to their knee and pledged fealty. At this Christ nodded, pointing His sword into the distance, indicating that they were instantly to begin their march toward the Kingdom of God.

Interpretation

Some of the elements of this dream make sense to me, based on past reading that I have done. It has been a while since I read about these things – I hadn’t been thinking of them recently – but I recognize the features.

I know from reading the Bible that Christ was called the son of David, and has been referred to as the spiritual return of David.


  1. “Should it be God’s intention, there would appear out of the forests of celestial might the lion of indomitable strength whose roaring is like unto the peals of thunder reverberating in the mountains.” – Tablets of Bahá’u’lláh, p.197 ↩

Clarion call

I shall cast upon the mountains --  
  as a clarion call! --  
the name of my Beloved;  
and commit to paper  
such tales of loving mention,  
all will be astonished.

Whatever names you knew of Love  
before this -- forget them!

The beating of every lover's heart  
will be the sound of my communion.

A kind of knowledge

There is a kind of knowledge that is known only  
if contrasted with ignorance.  
If not for ignorance, what would it be?

Easily recognized, touted, much sought;  
such knowledge reigns supreme through  
the hallowed halls of Academe!

However, because its existence is contrastive,  
it doesn't really exist at all.  
It shows up only if placed in a certain light.

This is the manifest form of knowing,  
from which "knowledge" takes its name.

Then there is another kind of knowledge:  
one that has no contrast.  
As such, it cannot be seen.  Where is it?

It is all action, and no words.  
It enters through the door  
like a humble beggar  
but in fact, it is king.

This is the hidden essence of knowing,  
from which "knowledge" has its meaning.

Its effectiveness cannot be trapped  
or entombed on gilded pages.  
Like a warrior poet, it keeps peace  
until the moment of inspiration.

The other is a fumbling scholar  
who thinks one more book  
will make him wise.

Learn everything about everything!  
You are still only reading the index.  
Know the name of every plant?  
Now watch them grow!

How do you recognize a master of essence  
when he has no ties to form?

Search for his knowing look  
paired with a feeling of ignorance.  
Someone who, if others talk about the weather,  
prefers to walk outside.

One who chooses people over sociology,  
health to medicine, joy to truth --  
and truly loving to every kind word.

He will be conspicuous  
by what's missing:  
Such faith -- so very few beliefs.

More thoughts on ego

When I’m doing something that goes well, I think about how I’m seeing God in that too. He is the Beauty of all beautiful things; He is life itself. Ego may always be there, but it, too, is part of this beautiful drama. Even in the fact of ego, there is something divine.

So I do not seek to be rid of my ego. Rather, I desire for every part of me to serve God – including my ego. Otherwise, I am setting up a battle within myself again, and hell comes back into being.

Take for example the Sufi concept of nafs. The nafs is our individuality, our unique experience of existence. It is also a fiction, an illusion, giving us the idea that we’re somehow separate from God. As we progress through the Valleys, we ultimately reach the Valley of Nothingness, when the nafs becomes as nothing before the True Reality.

However, the nafs is never “discarded”. All the stages of the soul are in fact stages of the nafs! The highest degree, “the perfect soul” is actually “an-nafsu’l-kaamila”: the perfect nafs. That is, we advance by bringing the nafs into line with God’s will, rather than by destroying it.

Just as we need a mirror to reflect the light of the sun, we need the nafs to express our servitude and humility – since it is the nafs, and not God, who evinces such humility.

Thus I want my nafs, I value my nafs, for the expressions of love it can make toward my Creator. It is only by falling in love with my own nafs that I really go wrong. The nafs itself is just a tool of our existence; it deserves neither love nor hate.

This poem sums up what I mean:

qalam

It’s not that the pen disappears, but that it gets put to its proper use. Perhaps you mean “stepping out of the way” by the pen’s not interfering with its own use. But there is no need for inner conflict, shunning our creation, or despising anything about ourselves.

All these dichotomies, these fingers pointing at “this” and “that”, “God” and “self” – are the very reality of “self” whose tyranny we seek to escape.

Thought on aging

Although I’m only thirty-three years old, I’ve aged enough for sufficient maladies to appear that at least one health insurance company will not cover me. Each day has its own pain, and I know that with age this will only get worse.

It made me wonder why God has ordained old age to be a time of much loneliness and pain. Then this thought occurred to me: perhaps He does this so that each soul will have a final, convincing reason for renouncing this world and turning to God, before he passes on.

If our whole life were spent in the condition of youth it would be too easy for people to ignore the spiritual life. Then heedless souls would have a just complaint in the next world, claiming that this life was simply too attractive for them.

The purpose of religion

The soul’s aim

The purpose of ears is to hear. If the soul is a being of awareness, it exists to be aware of Something; and if mysticism is the art of awakening the soul, its focus must be to concentrate that soul on the Aim of its being.

I often hear the aim of religion expressed in terms of the self, and not God. For example, a statement from the mystic Siyyid Burhánu’d-Dín, a mentor of Rúmí:

It’s easy to flee from everything, but so difficult to flee from the self. The source of your woes is the self. Unless you become as naught and slay your self and your desire, you will not find release from your tribulations. Die before death and bury yourself in the grave of desirelessness and be happy.

The formulation here is common in mystical literature. It is also entirely negative. It does not mention God, or the purpose for becoming “selfless”. It somehow associates the condition of void with being happy. How? How can depriving one’s self of all desire lead to happiness?

If the purpose of ears is to hear, then it is true they need to be cleaned, concentrated, and freed from distraction. But they don’t exist to hear silence. Removing all sound from one’s environment and obstruction from the ear canal is only a preparation – and only worth doing if what you want to hear deserves such effort.

It is easy to say “religion is about God”, but hard to communicate. Love of God leads naturally to everything religion asks of man; while trying to acquire virtue through effort alone is like pushing lead uphill: your own nature will fight you every step of the way. When there is love for God and the soul sees God in all things, virtue proceeds naturally, the way a lover is infinitely patient and forgiving of the one he loves. The target of “effort” here is in finding the Beloved, and focusing one’s attention solely on Him. In that pursuit, for His sake, one should strain every nerve. Instead, we try to achieve selflessness by perfecting the self – and wonder why it seems impossible!

Mystical modes

There are two basic modes in mysticism: negative and positive. The negative strives to move away from self, and the positive to move toward God. There is a time when the negative is very useful, since it can clear away the obstructions blocking our sight. Here the effort is not acquiring virtue, but understanding the need for them. One cannot love God until he sees Him; so there will always be a time of pure effort when the soul is striving to find Him.

Once the seedling breaks through the soil, however, its focus must be on the, the Source of its energy. I see this state expressed in the following Hidden Word from Bahá’u’lláh:

O Son of Light! Forget all save Me and commune with My spirit. This is of the essence of My command, therefore turn unto it.

A letter written on behalf of Shoghi Effendi describes “true mysticism” as “communing with the souls of the Manifestations”. That is, it emphasizes consciousness of Their Spirit – and not the goal of “desirelessness”.

To show how pervasive the negative mode is, consider the way people view their religious activities:

Fasting: When the believers abstain from food and drink during the sunlight hours. Meditation: When a person sits quietly, and empties his mind and heart of all things. Holy Days: When a believer does not go to school or work. Chastity: When a person abstains from extra-marital sex. Pilgrimage: When a believer travels to visit their Holy Shrines and pay his respects to the cradle of the Faith.

These are quick answers I’ve heard numerous times; but is this what its really about? They describe the believer’s immediate praxis in terms of how his life is affected, but do they touch on the purpose of the activity? Is the period of fasting really about not eating or drinking during the day?

God is missing from the picture. In the description of most religious practices, I hardly hear Him mentioned at all. I asked a room full of people once what religion meant to them, and only two referred to God.

Humanity is self-obsessed, and because of this it evolves doctrines of self-denial to combat the problem – yet this approach is simply narcissism in another guise. We are so worried about the general lack of spirituality that we kill whatever spirit remains from sheer anxiety.

Emphasizing the self

Another example of this problem is when people worry deeply about their spiritual progress. They become so worried, that the sheer weight of the effort causes them to abandon the Path for long stretches of time – in the hope, I think, of gathering the energy they need to continue. I tell them, “Forget about where you are, think of God”, since the real reason for their sorrow is that God is missing from their lives; yet instead of turning toward Him, they respond by intensifying their awareness of His absence.

This dynamic continues to thrive despite such words as these, from `Abdu’l-Bahá:

… Look not on the degree of your capacity, ask not if you are worthy of the task: rest ye your hopes on the help and loving-kindness, the favours and bestowals of Bahá’u’lláh…

One must never consider one’s own feebleness, it is the strength of the Holy Spirit of Love, which gives the power to teach. The thought of our own weakness could only bring despair. We must look higher than all earthly thoughts; detach ourselves from every material idea, crave for the things of the spirit; fix our eyes on the everlasting, bountiful Mercy of the Almighty, who will fill our souls with the gladness of joyful service to His command “Love One Another”.

In both cases, `Abdu’l-Bahá turns us away from the self and toward the Beloved. He makes this point over and over again, Himself never dwelling on people’s weaknesses but always assuring them of the certainty of Divine assistance:

Look not unto thy weakness, but rely upon thy Lord, and He will then grant thee all thy desires and reveal to thee the answer without asking.

When a mirror turns toward the sky, it becomes as bright as the sun. It does not need to be perfectly clean to do this; even a dusty mirror will shine (though the cleaner the mirror, the more faithful its reflection will be). This brilliance comes from the sun, and not from the mirror. The mirror can burnish itself for a thousand years, but without turning to the Sun it can never shine. All transformation proceeds from orienting the self toward God – utterly, completely – and not from the efforts we make to perfect ourselves; those efforts simply make us ready for, and facilitate, such transformation.

The humble egotist!

I will give another, personal example that amuses me. Egotism is just one of the many failings of my character. It always has been and I’ve given up on “correcting” it. What’s funny is that several people in my community have called me humble. This makes me laugh, and I think, “What are they thinking?” Humble I am not! I don’t even try very hard. Viva la resistance!!

But why do they say this? Perhaps it’s because when people speak, I listen. Even if someone interrupts me during a presentation, I give them the floor. I don’t do this because I’m humble and don’t want to speak; I do it because I view people as emblems of the Divine: I never know when someone might be relaying a message from Him. For that reason, I listen to each word, trying to decode its secrets. Inwardly it expresses a relationship between me and my Goal; I am not thinking about myself, or other people. Outwardly, it is seen as deferring my position to whomever is speaking and being “humble” before them; in reality, I’m just a big ego fascinated by the Lord.

So what, then, is humility? Is it the self having no ego, or the ego momentarily disappearing in the presence of its Love? I’ve given up on the task of being humble – it is too hard; yet I am described as humble. I take this as proof that God has the power to transform even someone like me, and to make my behavior pleasing to others. In this way, I believe His beauty is capable of transforming all of humanity.

Back to the theme

Until a soul discovers God he must make tremendous efforts, never resting until he finds what will refresh his soul. Once this takes place, his attention should be focused on that Treasure, communing with Him always, until he sees Him everywhere and in all things. From this, virtue will proceed, and the failings of self, forgotten. But without the Beloved, religion is impossible. It only weighs people down with awareness of their imperfections. It requires a pure love for God to advance, in the same way that magnetism pulls bits of iron forward.

Neither the candle nor the lamp can be lighted through their own unaided efforts, nor can it ever be possible for the mirror to free itself from its dross. It is clear and evident that until a fire is kindled the lamp will never be ignited, and unless the dross is blotted out from the face of the mirror it can never represent the image of the sun nor reflect its light and glory.

Every religious activity can be defined in terms of this relationship – else why have religion at all? Likewise, I see the Writings of God like a love story telling us about the One we seek and how to find Him. What other purpose could they have? If the ears of the soul never hear the Divine Melody, what are they for? Are we simply to become “desireless”? or seek constantly to increase our desire for God!

Religion seems to oppose the natural inclinations of man, but I think it fulfills those inclinations in a higher mode: attachment to God, desire for God, taking pleasure in God, seeing God, falling in love with God, becoming greedy for His nearness. Perhaps everything we are has a positive fulfillment when God is the focus. Alone, our nature seems to frustrate our purpose, but when God is taken into account those same traits become the means of fulfilling it! It’s a matter of placing the self in a higher context – adoration for the Beloved – and not of reviewing it in isolation.

It all boils down to a single point: love for Him! Yet how can this be said properly when He and my words are two separate things? Then burn away all words, all thoughts, until only He remains…

How can feeble reason encompass the Qur'án,  
Or the spider snare a phoenix in his web?  
Wouldst thou that the mind should not entrap thee?  
Teach it the science of the love of God! (Saná'í)

Handful of dust

I know God is the Creator of all  
and I am but a handful of dust.  
So why did He create me?

The Heavens above --  
the dust and the Earth below.

A storm appears on the horizon.  
The sky cracks with a blinding light  
and the heavens rumble.

Soon a fast rain drenches me,  
soaking through, turning me to mud.  
It pours and pours.  
The rivers flow.

After the storm passes  
and many days go by,  
tender shoots appear from  
my dusty soil.

They reach up toward Heaven,  
turning to the Light.  
Soon I am tall and proud --  
and covered with thorns.

Just as I fear I might have no use,  
it happens:  
the purpose of this cycle:

With the coming of the Rose  
and the appearance of Beauty

I understand now,  
Why He is the Creator  
and I, this handful of dust.

Little bird

I think perhaps  
your heart is a little bird,  
longing to beat its wings  
in the high places,  
to sing and sing  
until Song itself says, "Enough!"

I sit near you  
and hear the flapping  
of those tiny wings...  
Your body seems to float away.  
If you ran with all your might  
you couldn't catch up  
with that eager heart.

You are a creature of spirit  
living here for a short while;  
don't ever imagine  
the bars on your cage  
are a part of who you are.

Fly on, little bird:  
fly on -- until flight becomes you.

Springtime

Spring has come  
stealing dew from the leaves  
to make flowers:  
a fecund dance  
of seed and soil and sun.

The pregnant Earth,  
the watering sky;  
all the land giving birth:  
a hoarde of children  
who scream with their colors...

The bees are dressed in banded aprons,  
gathering what can be gathered,  
making their honeyed draught.  
Love is in the air, this season.  
What will you make of it?

To Khidr

O Khidr!  
My tricky friend  
  and true,  
my green Satan,  
my soul-destroyer...

You've pounded my heart  
into a tasty morsel,  
thrust me onto a skewer,  
and roasted me like kabob.

I never knew I could be so delicious.

The friends of God do not understand  
  my love for you.  
They think me mad, of no account;  
they imagine my joy is from  
  lack of understanding.

I tell your tales and do my part,  
but even if they hear me  
they don't listen.

As for me, I choose that  
  wild and reckless dance!  
headlong into the fire.

Turn me over the coals --  
  again, and yet again --  
that I may wear this  
  blackened char of self  
  as my crown of glory.

Dear Leyla

Dear Leyla,  
I wonder if your heart  
was really made here.  
So pure:  
a crystal globe  
that catches the sunlight  
and sparkles with a  
white, colorful fire.

When I talk to you  
I swear,  
I hear the angels speaking.

How did you come to be?  
Were you just there,  
one day,  
sitting by the road  
and your mother took you in?

Dear Leyla,  
never change who you are.  
Just knowing you  
has taught me more  
about love.

Making love

I'm sitting here  
at this proper dinner party.  
But I can't help noticing  
the fit of the chair beneath me;  
how the breeze from outside  
brushes against my skin...

The chocolate on my fork  
is a kiss on the lips,  
and the sweet music  
woos me with its song...

How funny, that despite  
all these people around me --  
You still find ways of making love.

Four kinds of devotion

In my experiences lately I have found there to be four basic kinds of devotion. These categories are arbitrary, of course, but they help me to identify how to interrelate with various types of people.

From my study I link these four kinds to The Four Valleys, by Bahá’u’lláh: The first group are devoted to a purpose (maqsúd), the second to understanding and praising God’s creation (mahmúd), the third to experiencing ecstatic union with the Divine (majdhúb), and the fourth to losing themselves utterly in the Beloved (mahbúb). However, I cannot claim any tie whatever to these. This is simply what I have seen and reflected on.

The first kind of devotion expresses a feeling of duty. People here – and I have heard this said – make the statement, “My duty is my desire.” They have a strong sense of right and wrong and in some cases may become militant. However, this is their strength. Their heart fills with the nobility of their Cause and they arise like champions. They are willing to face any enemy. They are the spiritual image of a bright and shining knight.

These people can also be very hard on themselves, demanding perfect obedience and laboring over every flaw. Again, this is a source of strength as they work tirelessly at the task of self-perfection. Whatever service they can offer to their Lord brings them joy. They are the soul of dedication.

Without a Cause to commit themselves to – that is, without something productive to do – the strength of this type may become too strong for their own good. They castigate themselves for not doing enough. They wear themselves out and begin to despair of ever being useful. It’s like an army of committed soldiers left too long out of battle. Their will to conquer evil overflows its bounds and they may start to fight amongst themselves, leveling criticism at the faults they perceive in others, and constantly blowing the trumpet call to “arise!” They are like tea which has been left too long to steep: they can become bitter. For them, peace lies in fulfilling their commitments and leaving behind as perfect a legacy as they can manage. This noble crowd looks forward to death as a student does to graduation.

The next kind of devotion are the gnostics, the intimates of God’s mysteries. Both good and evil make sense to them, so they are not so quick to throw a fit. This inner knowledge produces a mellowness and calm, and they look forward with fascination to each new day. They are able to unravel mysteries and dispel complexities. Their focus shifts away from the word and more to its meaning. Their eyes turn to God alone and their heart begins to dissociate from the world. They become ascetics without trying, not even paying attention to their actions much – because they hold to the verse, “Say: All things are of God.” Even their own failures do not trouble them, unless they cause them to feel disconnected from God.

These people enjoy prayer and meditation most of all, observe silence, and evince a natural detachment from the world. They think of God constantly and look for His signs everywhere. Whereas the first group are the champions of God, waging holy war, these are His counselors, who bring peace, understanding and reconciliation.

The greatest risk to these is inaction, since the world and its affairs do not attract them. They are as much content to act, as to sit by and watch, amused by everything. At times, they must be prompted to express their views. Sometimes you don’t even know who these people are. They are caught up in God. Their devotion is one of surpassing faith.

The third kind is the plane of the lovers. These people are crazed and cannot be dealt with. It takes profound wisdom for them just to interact with the world. They reign themselves in only because they don’t wish to harm the ones they love: otherwise they would exceed all bounds. These people are insane, though they don the cloak of sanity with every morning. Leave them to their hearts and they offend without meaning to.

The reason for their ecstasy is that they see all things around them as the face of God Himself. He is no longer a far-off King to be served until death, or a shining Orb one turns to in worship, but the living Reality of all things. The lovers go mad from intoxication. They are too excited, too in love, too eager. They seem foolish and unworthy of responsibility. In the court of the King, they are its jesters. They would throw themselves into a fire just to make one of His servants smile.

Because of their foolishness, these people cannot be frustrated or harmed. They don’t care about anything, and they can’t suffer defeat, because their Beloved surrounds them at every moment. Their days pass with a stupid grin always on their face.

They are exemplars of action, however, because each moment they wish to offer some new kindness to their Love. They cherish people and the world. Everything is a token; every act is received by Him. Their days are spent in continual thanksgiving. These people make the best of friends, but are among the least respectable. They are constantly being counseled to improve themselves, though they can’t see what improvement has to offer. They are always happy and see no faults. They can’t even distinguish between “good” and “evil” to tell you that both are one. Always dancing, they advance to His throne.

The fourth kind of devotion consists of a group of heretics. These are a living mystery. If they were to speak openly of what they see, a cross would be prepared for each of them. These people hide themselves, and on different occasions may appear as any one of the other three types. Most could not bear their open company, unless you were a brother. Without meaning to, they would ruin everything you hold dear.

While the first group are devoted to God, and the second know God, and the third see and feel God, these fourth reckon no difference between themselves and the Object of their worship. How could they? To them, any assumption of selfhood is blasphemy. If one of them says, “I am God”, how could it be understood properly? since all three words – “I”, “am” and “God” – reference a deeper meaning.

Because their Beloved is all – and this is the station where only the Beloved can be seen – their bliss is complete. The successes of all are felt as their own. In fact, there is no division between “you” and “me”, “here” and “there”. There is only one soul on this plane.

These are not just inmates of the Kingdom – as the lovers are – they are its very foundation. Each one is a spiritual axis; they are like the eyes of humankind. However, as their kind of devotion must imply, not one of them has any station or authority of his own. They are simply mirrors, reflecting whatever light He shines in their direction. They make no claim and expect no recompense. Praise them or berate them, they hold to the verse, “God will compensate each one out of His abundance.”

Here even madness is left behind, because there is no “lover” anymore. These people assume whatever role is appropriate to the situation. They do not feel exalted, but plain – however, to them plainness is of the essence of exaltation. You may not even know they exist, because they speak differently to each listener. Also, they seek nothing. They do not wait for heaven, or hope for grace. Whatever God wills is a paradise to them.

Catching a glimpse

The wind one morning  
carried Your voice to me;  
but when I turned my head  
  it was gone.

Looking up one night  
a sparkling Light caught my eye;  
but when I turned my head  
  it was gone.

A fragrance on the breeze  
enchanted both heart and mind;  
but when I turned my head  
  it was gone.

Until at last  
the thought came to me:  
  Why do I keep turning away?

Honey

Her voice has a sweetness  
like warm honey in my ear...  
She soaks into me;  
sugars my thoughts;  
Drenches my heart  
in amber warmth...  
She fills me  
with a golden light.

Now the bears are coming.

But however much  
they take away,  
she puts back  
again.

Sweet girl

O sweet girl!  
Do you know that I was  
solid when you met me  
but now I flow along?

Love has that effect:  
It gives even a mouse  
the chance to fly!  
or a mote of dust  
to sparkle like the Sun...

Podcasting experiment

Podcasting is a means for broadcasting audio content through a medium such as a weblog. Some people “podcast” news programs, interviews, poetry, or even just their weblog entries.

As an experiment, I will be podcasting the next few entries. What this means is that the title for each entry is a link to an MP3 of myself reading that entry. For those using RSS syndicators, the XML will provide enclosure info for downloading the audio file. If you use a reader like iPodder, or NetNewsWire, it will be very easy to download the file to an MP3 player, and listen to it there instead of reading it on the Web.

Please send feedback if you actually listen and want podcasting to continue! The first podcast entry is the one above: the poem “Foolishness”.

Detachment and emotions

If the world is like a mirror reflecting the attributes of God, we can say that the mirror shines because of the Sun within it, and not by its own power.

To look at one of the many mirrors and fall in love with it is perfectly natural, because the soul is a lover of light. The question is, are you in love with the particular mirror, or with the Sun that shines within it? If we love the Sun, we will cherish its light wherever we find it: in small mirrors, large ones, clear ones, somewhat dusty ones. Our powers of detachment permit us to see past the mirror, and focus on the reality it reveals. If we love the mirror, however, we have failed to understand the role of things in Creation. Then if another mirror comes we will treat it poorly; or if the Sun departs from our beloved mirror, we will still cling to it. The people of the past rejected the Manifestations of God because they were lovers of a particular mirror, instead of lovers of the Light. They were attached to the Sun’s places of appearance, and not to the Sun itself.

Being detached from wordly things, therefore, is a separate matter from emotion. Our emotions exist to strengthen our bond to God, and shouldn’t be ignored. But in order for the fulfillment of emotion to take place, we must detach ourselves from everything that exists – the mirrors – so that our sight can be wholly focused on God – Who shines within the mirror.

And so truly loving people comes from seeing God within them. This will enable a person to love all of humanity. But if we look to the particular attributes of people, sometimes we will love them and sometimes we won’t at all. Detachment is what saves us from getting lost in their myriad failings and thus fail to appreciate their fundamental beauty.

As far as humans being able to perfect detachment: Before we get too stratospheric and lift detachment to an impossible level, perhaps all of us already know how to be detached. For example: There is a concept which I will call “Orange”. I know what Orange tastes like, what it looks like, what it smells like. When I want Orange, I go to the store and buy an orange and eat it. This particular orange I buy allows me to experience an Essence which I knew long before that physical orange came into being.

Now let’s say that I buy three oranges and I pull one of them out to eat it. But something happens, I drop the orange and it falls down a storm drain. An adult will say, “Oh well”, and will reach into the bag to get another orange. This is because he knows that Orange is what he wants, and each particular orange is simply another manifestation of the same essence. One is as good as another. He is completely – perfectly! – detached with regard to the particular, in favor of the Absolute.

A child, though, might have a completely different reaction. He may cry and say, “But I wanted that orange!!” The adult tries to tell him they are all the same, but the child has fallen in love with the one orange that disappeared. He is not detached, because he loves the particular over the Absolute. The adult wants Orange, but the child wants orange. He still has some learning to do.

So I think we all know what detachment is, in many respects. We have already perfected detachment over and over again. The ultimate form of detachment is setting aside the world – these particular manifestations of the Divine – in favor of God, the ultimate Absolute. Although it seems vastly more difficult, it is an extension of the same basic idea. I even think ordinary detachment exists to educate us and give us examples of that spiritual Detachment.

But it’s not so impossible. We’ve done it before, many times over. It’s a question of extending what we learned with those tiny lessons to their ultimate degree: Applying our many experiences with detachment to master that Detachment which is the purpose of those other forms.

Now, although the metaphor of the orange tries to cut to the heart of the matter, it also drops a few subtleties along the way. Take for example love of a sibling, a brother; if they are lost, it is not like dropping an orange. In that case, the metaphor needs to be refined: What one loves about a brother is never lost. His soul is immortal, and will continue through all the words of God. Although it is a very sad thing to lose one’s point of connection to a special person, in reality that connection is not lost at all when they pass.

For example, a brother has already gone through many stages in his life. He was an infant, then a child, then a teenager, then an adult. At every step an older form of his being was “lost”, when he exchanged it for a more mature form; but the essential connection is never lost. I love the essence of my brother, so that even if his body’s cells are completely replaced every six years, I spare no grief for his body of six years ago.

Likewise, when he matures again in passing from this earthly life. Recently I was at the deathbed of a good friend of mine who died the next day. When I saw him after his heart attack, it made me so happy to know that his life had been spent serving God, and that I knew where he was bound for. The falcon was about to be freed from its cage. I also knew that once he passed we would have an even more intimate connection, because at least one of us would no longer be impeded by material restrictions. I continue to pray for him until this day, and sometimes I can feel him helping me.

Now, if we can love the Essence of a thing – its soul – beyond all places and times of appearance, we can love the Essence of Essences beyond all its many forms too. A brother is not the orange that was lost, he is the Orange that survives all changes. And in his soul one can see the signs of God, and our love for him will be a cause of drawing nearer to God. Is God a particular Essence which requires turning away from one’s brother, or is He the life of all Essences, and therefore is seen by looking to that brother?

There is nothing which, in the end, does not serve the purpose of knowing and worshiping God. It is holding to this purpose through all changes and transformations that distinguishes the detached. In this respect, not one of them would ever reject a Messenger of God, or be distracted by His changed appearance in each New Day.

In this station the truth of the unity of God and of the signs of His sanctity is established. Thou shalt indeed see them all rising above the bosom of God’s might and embraced in the arms of His mercy; nor can any distinction be made between His bosom and His arms. To speak of change or transformation in this plane would be sheer blasphemy and utter impiety, for this is the station wherein the light of divine unity shineth forth, and the truth of His oneness is expressed, and the splendours of the everlasting Morn are reflected in lofty and faithful mirrors.4


  1. Bahá’u’lláh, Gleanings, p.71 ↩

The mystic

The true mystic is a lion  
with the face of a kitten.  
Only his own kind know who he is.

He speaks in the softest words --  
so soft, their name is "silence" --  
yet his tone resounds for days.

He is a presence without presence:  
a stillness full of motion.  
While seated, he soars;  
  over water, he strides.

Like an invisible wind  
you never see him, though  
he works to great effect.

Eating little, relishing everything;  
he never argues, but always wins.  
His life is a happy contradiction.

The people think he is nothing --  
a kind of innocent child --  
to which he whole-heartedly agrees...

For it is this very nothingness  
that makes him great.

Camphor

“Camphor” is used as a metaphor in a some of the more mystical writings, so I have tried to track the symbol down to its origin. Here is what I found: Edible camphor is a pure white crystal, derived from the tree Cinnamonum camphora. It has a cooling touch, like menthol, and is often used for topical ointments – most notably the rub people use on their chest when they have a cold.

In times past camphor was believed to cool the inflammatory nature of the passions. It was ingested to decrease sexual appetite, and mixed with wine to reduce its intoxicating properties; from this latter comes the idea of “camphorated wine”. One modern website relates: “…it stimulates the intellectual centres and prevents narcotic drugs taking effect, but in cases of nervous excitement it has a soothing and quieting result.”

Metaphorically speaking, the pleasant things of the world are a kind of wine: They taste wonderful and inspire one to drink deeply. However, these same things can intoxicate us and cause a state of spiritual stupor. We cease to think of God and our behavior has no other goal but drinking ourselves into further oblivion. As soon as we come up for air and feel a moment of sobriety, pain and illness impel us to seek escape in the very things that brought on the pain.

Camphor was believed to lessen the danger of wine, allowing the drinker to enjoy its qualities without being sickened by its poison. Certain aspects of wine are quite pleasant, it is merely the effect it has, and the subsequent downward spiral, that make it a hazard. Camphor “cools” the wine so that one can enjoy its goodness while escaping its evil.

If the things of this world are viewed as if “a wine of the spirit”, spiritual camphor would something that enables the soul to enjoy its good without becoming stupefied by it, langorous, and unaware. What has the power to guard the soul without requiring a complete removal from the problem? How can the soul be “in the world but not of the world”? If one could learn such a detachment, that education itself would be a kind of “camphor” – or wisdom mixed with the world’s delights – to facilitate enjoyment without being overcome by them.

If this “camphor” is the Teachings of God, then the following verse makes much more sense to me: “Verily the righteous shall drink of a wine-cup tempered at the camphor fountain.” A possible interpretation being: Those who are guided by the Revelation of God can enjoy all of Creation without being distracted from its central purpose of knowing and worshiping God. In fact, such enjoyment leads them to more profound knowledge and worship by virtue of Creation’s role as the dawning-place of His attributes.

Prayer

We spoke each other's name  
into the late hours.

I, in voice, since Yours are  
the Most Beautiful Names;  
and You, in silence,  
aptly naming my nothingness.

Until dawn  
we went on like that,  
my myriad questions  
  always answered by the same reply...  
What silent wisdom!  Truly:  
"Knowledge is a single point."

I raised up my hands  
and you held me with unseen Arms.  
We danced until the stars  
returned to the void.

I pray, and the words are Your own.

So, without power  
  to move or breath,  
I close my eyes and open Yours...

...and watch  
  the stirrings of the Dawn.

The moon

How strange that  
I sought you for so long;  
when Yours were the eyes  
I looked with all along...

In Your voice, I cried out;  
on Your feet, I carried on;  
with Your mind  
I dreamt my troubled dreams.

If only I'd paid  
more attention  
I might have noticed:

Whenever You breathed, I exhaled;  
whenever Your eyes closed  
I laid myself to rest.

If the moon believes  
it shines with its own light,  
yell up to Heaven: "Not quite!"

If not for the Sun,  
we would know the moon only  
by its nothingness:  
the occlusion of nearby stars.

Hence the mystic is nothing -- a void;  
when he shines you see only the Sun.

He has no voice of his own;  
no feet to carry him on;  
no sight, no mind:  
All that he has is borrowed.

Know who you are without Him  
and perhaps  
  you will know Him without you.

People

Before it blooms  
a rosebush is little more than  
a useless bunch of thorns.

Yet once the rose appears  
we sing only its praise!

Then be like that Gardener  
Who planted the bush,  
and Who loves it  
  at every stage  
for what it will become.

For Lance

Sunlight  
where do you go?  
I know that at dusk  
you make the mountains glow.  
Your last ray catches my eye  
but I wonder:  
why must you go?  
Why leave me to the dark of night?  
To the cold,  
to the bitter hours...  
The moon's a poor reflection;  
the stars, a distant company.  
Is my only hope to wait?  
To trust we'll meet again?  
My dear sunlight  
where did you go?

Praise

What expressions of love  
  He deserves from me!  
What better actions  
  than those I perform!  
What kinder words  
  than what I've written!  
What higher thoughts  
  than my highest attempt!

My faith is bound  
by the limits of my being.  
Were it bound by the limits of His,  
how could I remain?

Like a flickering flame  
before the Almighty Sun:  
I would suddenly disappear.

God's puzzle

I propose that all aspects of religion make sense in the context of a soul’s love for God.

First is the way that all virtues appear spontaneously when a person falls in love, with regard to their beloved: patience, kindness, fidelity, understanding, forbearance, etc. Next is prayer: The lover begs his love, “Please let me do this or that for you, let us walk together, let me serve you today.” Fasting: What lover has any stomach for food or drink while in the throes of love? He even forgets to sleep. Alms: He willingly gives away his time and money. Teaching: How can he stop from mentioning her, from communicating his enthusiasm or telling everyone of her beauty and virtues? Service: It goes without saying!

Studying her letters, memorizing her words; offering gifts; writing paeans of joy and adulation; praising her from the first moment of waking until the last before sleep. He barely remembers his own name.

So, if the activities of religion describe the life of a soul who has been smitten by God, why are these things made duties beforehand? Why mandate what is certain to become the natural expression of the soul – in fact, the only way it can live? It seems a bit like commanding people to fall in the presence of gravity. Why the contradiction? Demanding of people the very thing their souls would long for if only the Beloved were known. Once the heart falls in love, commands become superfluous, like telling a thirsty man to drink or a tired one to go to bed. When children are commanded to do what they already desire, it sometimes causes them to rebel against their wishes! Why does God compel the actions of love before love has appeared?

If religion exists to facilitate the love between a soul and God, perhaps this contradiction also serves that end. Once love appears, the duties of religion become natural, even inevitable; before it appears, they go against our natural impulses. The spiritual laws – laws of love – seem ridiculous in a purely material context. This conflict provokes consternation in the heart and the question, “Why should it be so? If I have physical desires, why should I repel them?” Fasting makes little sense to the body. How can deprivation add anything to one’s life?

By its absurdity, religion acts as a grain of sand in the believer’s mind. Rather than offering joy, it seems to take away every available comfort: sex, drugs, money, power – even food and water on occasion! This agitation forces the individual to chew on the problem and struggle to resolve the dilemma in his heart. How can these two worlds be reconciled? If religion is the cause of peace and amity, it must ultimately make peace even with the mortal life it seems to reject.

As a believer ponders these issues and how they never really make sense, a pearl of wisdom begins to form, slowly, as the result of combating this agitation of mind and heart. The purpose in commanding us to act like a lover is not an imitation of the lover’s acts, but for hearts to ponder until they discover the Path leading to resolution.

For example, with fasting the natural question is, “Why fast?” For the majority it is a battle of wills, pitting commitment against the demands of the body. In this, success is measured by the dominance of the will and suppression of natural instinct. Love is nowhere in evidence, except for the kind of love that drives such commitment.

Because a battle of wills indicates an internal war, and since the promise of religion is lasting peace, the believer is faced with a contradiction: How can war lead to peace? The question gnaws at the edges of thought, seeking a heart-satisfying answer. The common response is that the intended peace comes later, after the war is won. This delays the question – yet the dilemma remains, and again and again the heart returns to it. In order that the question be faced by everyone, the deeds of religion are compulsory, even adamant. It is critical for everyone to wrestle with this issue if the soul is to come alive.

Ultimately, this problem cannot be conquered by the mind. There are no sane answers to give. The mind is not meant to be satisfied – rather the sleeper awakened! His agitation pushes him and compels him, until finally he must admit that the answer lies beyond him. As one thinker wrote, “I believe because it is absurd.” Yet even this is no answer, merely an acceptance of the contradiction. Further one must go, penetrating the heart of religion’s mysterious absurdity. There must be a way for peace to replace war – or else its promises are false.

Finally, the seeker admits defeat and turns to God, leaving the question to better minds but still perplexed in his heart. It eats at his notions of sanity. This is when, perhaps, he will look to insanity for answers. If fasting cannot make sense to a normal mind, what sort of mind will grasp it? For what mind does the command lead to peace and not internal strife? The questioner weighs each alternative: madness, rebellion, solitude, destruction – until perhaps he hits a vein. The wild heart of the lover. Even in the believer’s own life, in childhood, examples can be found of a spontaneous, unconscious and peaceful fasting: Whenever there is love for something, or a deep interest, food and drink are completely forgotten. Who hasn’t skipped a meal or two when intensely occupied?

This sort of mind, the condition of a lover, makes perfect sense of fasting. Thus the truth of religious observances can be found only in the experience of falling in love with God. Then fasting becomes not only natural and automatic, but unnoticed. Furthermore, by this “grain of sand”, the believer possesses a sure litmus to measure his love by, which cannot be considered complete until his conflicts with religion have ceased and the long-promised day of peace is reached. Then his love transports him and he makes his dwelling-place “in the shadow of the Essence,” which is to say, in the Kingdom of God.

When the grain becomes a pearl, when his torment ceases, when the outward is a natural expression of the inward, then the sense of religion becomes clear. It exists as a spiritual challenge, saying to the soul: “Conquer my mystery; untie the knot of my difficulties; put to rest this engine of war in your breast.” Then it becomes the springboard by which we leap into the Unknown.

Feeling rich

Colors, like purple;  
sounds, like a lover's whisper;  
lazy Sundays in the city,  
or any day in the country.

Evenings like this one:  
soft breezes that play in the flower bed,  
a lonely cat, crying for a friend,  
and my thoughts, seeking your memory...

Introducing the Seven Valleys

The Seven Valleys was written by Bahá’u’lláh near the 1860s. In it He responds to questions from a certain Shaykh Muhyi’d-Din, who at one point was a judge in the town of Khániqih. This Shaykh was a member of the Qadiri order of Sufis, who follow the mystical teachings of Shaykh Abdu’l-Qadir Jilani and his spiritual descendants. We know only that he asked Bahá’u’lláh about the meaning of certain mystical poems, to which the Seven Valleys was Bahá’u’lláh’s response. The actual questions he asked are not known.

This text is a mystical composition of the highest order. Singled out by Shoghi Effendi, Guardian of the Bahá’í Faith, as Bahá’u’lláh’s “greatest mystical composition”18, it provides a commentary on an earlier work of Sufi poetry, The Conference of the Birds, by Farídu’d-Dín `Attár.

The style of the Seven Valleys is highly poetic, though not composed in verse. Nearly every line of the text contains rhymes, and plays on words, which are mostly lost in translation. In addition to these subtleties there are also historical and religious connotations that are equally difficult to translate. It was a common practice for Sufis to communicate by using only one or a few words to refer to Qur’anic verses, traditions, and well-known poems. The language of the Seven Valleys refers to this wealth of knowledge possessed by its recipient without stating its meaning verbosely. As a result, those reading the text who have no background in Islam or Sufism will find many of its references confusing, and some of the sentences perhaps devoid of meaning. Each word, however, is rich with shades of meaning that become apparent upon deeper examination.

The recipient of the text was a Sufi, conversant with the doctrines of Qádirí Sufism, and possessing knowledge of the previous works Bahá’u’lláh responds to. It is no wonder that an economy of words is used between two men who knew their subject matter in depth. This implied knowledge, however, is greatly lost to the Western reader – even more so when rendered in the English idiom. It would require constant footnotes to alert the reader to all the key phrases that appear in this text. In English, these phrases have no more significance than others; yet where Bahá’u’lláh uses a term like “maqaam-i-tuwhiid”, it is no less important than “resurrection” or “salvation” would be to a Christian. Specific words conjure whole bodies of context – yet this conjuration is absent in translation.

Briefly, Sufism is a branch of Islam which seeks to know of God directly, through ecstatic, mystical union.

Wouldst thou that the mind should not entrap thee? Teach it the science of the love of God!

“The purpose of the Sufi is to seek union with God through ecstasy.”19 The nature of this union differs among Sufis, some believing they become co-eternal with God’s essence (Hulúlis), others that they merely become absorbed in the immanence of His Manifestation (such as when a drop merges with the sea).

The Sufi discipline is one of purification (tazkíyyih) and remembrance (dhikr). Prayer, meditation and fasting are key. Some also practice asceticism. The purpose of these practices is to draw the interests of the self away from the world and toward God. In this way, divine love is enkindled:

“Show us the right way, that is, honor us with the love of Thine Essence, that we may be freed from turning toward ourselves and toward all else save Thee, and may become wholly Thine, and know only Thee, and see only Thee, and think of none save Thee.”

By this love all things are burned away, leading to state of self-annihilating ecstasy. This condition is increased until the lover loses all consciousness of self (faná), and becomes “nothing in God”. When this is achieved, the seeker experiences eternal union (baqá), which is an abiding, conscious experience of the Divine.

During this process, the seeker’s vision and experience of the world change dramatically. The way he perceives and understands events progressively deepens:

Thus it hath been made clear that these stages depend on the vision of the wayfarer. In every city he will behold a world, in every Valley reach a spring, in every meadow hear a song.

Sufis are guided along this journey by their joy. As they experience happiness and ecstasy, they believe themselves to be moving in the right direction. It is sometimes referred to as a science of taste (dhawq), where actions are measured by the visceral experiences they produce.

Sufism might be called the Way of Love, as expressed by one of its more famous teachers, Rabi’a:

I love Thee with two loves: love of my happiness and perfect love – to love Thee as is Thy due.

This love produces a spiritual heat, which is fanned into flame to consume the veils of self, allowing the soul to transcend its limitations and achieve union with God. Once found, the soul has attained “the next life”, and thus Sufis speak more about the distinction between self and God than they do this world and an afterlife. For them, both worlds are wrapped up in the seeker.

Bahá’u’lláh introduces many changes to this scheme. The path of Sufism, as a Way of Love and approaching God through ecstasy, can be found in Bahá’í teachings, but with these differences:

  1. Religious law (shari’ah) is never optional. They are necessary even to those who can “taste” the nearness of God. This is partly because the importance of society’s welfare is never beneath that of personal enlightenment. Both social and personal progress must be given full attention.

  2. The union with God that is achieved in baqá does not imply identification with God’s essence.

  3. The bliss of baqá is not the final stage of the mystic’s Path, but “the first gate of the heart’s citadel”.

  4. A shaykh is no longer needed to walk the Path. Just as religious laws are given full importance, the role of guidance is returned to the Revelation itself and those who hold authority. This connects the individual back to the religious community, rather than to other mystics.

  5. The role of the Manifestation is raised to the role of “God” in mystical practice. That is, the seeker’s remembrance and prayer are directed toward the Manifestation. A letter on behalf of the Guardian says: “We liken God to the Sun, which gives us all our life. So the Spirit of God reaches us through the Souls of the Manifestations. We must learn to commune with Their Souls, and this is what the Martyrs seemed to have done, and what brought them such ecstacy of joy that life became nothing. This is the true mysticism, and the secret, inner meaning of life which humanity has at present, drifted so far from.”

  6. The practices of devotion and remembrance are laid out in clearer detail so that particular differences between individuals do not become contentious, and thus the greater society is able to remain in harmony with the practices of the individual.

  7. The Baha’i concept of the unity of being (wahdat al-wujud) is clarified, since this has been a major point of conflict between Sufi orders and within Islam.

The seeker’s path is mainly one of vision, in which the veils are burnt away and the heart purified until the lights of the Divine are clearly reflected in it. This leads to a stage where the seeker “believes the being of the created world to be the same as God’s being”. However, this doctrine is identified with neither monism nor pantheism. There is a oneness of being which embraces both Oneness of Being (tuwhiid-i wujuudii) and Oneness of Manifestation (tuwhiid-i shuhuudii). As Bahá’u’lláh says of the seeker:

In this Valley [of faná], the wayfarer leaveth behind him the stages of the “oneness of Being and Manifestation” and reacheth a oneness that is sanctified above these two stations. Ecstasy alone can encompass this theme, not utterance nor argument; and whosoever hath dwelt at this stage of the journey, or caught a breath from this garden land, knoweth whereof We speak.

The Seven Valleys was written to a member of the Qadiri Sufi order. Since he was a follower of Sufism, Bahá’u’lláh revealed the Seven Valleys in that language, using those concepts, though without fixing those concepts into absolute realities. Since the Manifestation uses whatever language will best reach our understanding, it is helpful in grasping the message of the Seven Valleys to understand a bit of the Sufi scheme.

All effort begins with the self who desires to know God, and who recognizes that its remoteness is due to its own ignorance and negligence (the blaming soul). Such a soul knows only that it is thirsty, but little else.

The Sufis view the self as having four different aspects: nafs, qalb, ruh and sirr. Some also see a fifth part, the aql, or rational intellect. All Sufi “practice”, in so far as it concerns the seeker himself, is concerned with purification. The remainder of Sufi practice, which deals wholly with God, is given to remembrance and the ecstasy of contemplation. However, since this ecstasy is impeded by impurities, the self is given some degree of attention.

Each of the four parts of the self is purified by different means:

The nafs is mostly viewed as the individual self, and the lower self. It is that part which turns away from God, or desires to become a partner with Him. The nafs is developed by aligning its will with the will of God, and as this happens, the development of the other parts is made possible. The nafs is seen as progressing through up to seven stages, which `Abdu’l-Bahá expands to nine.

The maturation of the nafs along these stages happens in two phases: the momentary vision of states (haal) and the achievement of a permanent consciousness (maqaam) which cannot regress. It is these stages which the Seven Valleys describe.

The qalb, or the heart, is where the divine realities appear in the human being. The qalb can be dominating by the nafs, or it can serve to reflect the ruh (spirit).

The sirr (secret) is vewied as “the centre of inner consciousness where perceptual contact with the Divine is accomplished.”20 This may be compared with the “third eye”, or inner sight.

Some Sufism hold to two higher spiritual faculties: Khafi (the arcane), which is the bond between the ruh and God; and Akhfa (the most arcane), which is complete immersion in the Absolute.

These aspects of the self relate to the “divine worlds”:

The nafs, related to the lower and physical self, is in Nasut, the mortal world. The qalb, the seat of inspiration and the dawning place of divine attributes, is in Malakut (the realm of God’s lordship). The ruh, which emanates like a ray from the perfect Sun, is in Jabarut (the realm of God’s dominion). The sirr, which is the higher self, and khafi, the arcane, are in Lahut (the realm of the Divine). And the Akhfa is in Hahut (the realm of God’s own being).21

“So, in these four “organs” or faculties: Nafs, Qalb, Sirr and Ruh, and the purificative activities applied to them, the basic orthodox Sufi psychology is contained. The purification of elementary passionate nature (Tazkiya-I-Nafs), followed by cleansing of the spiritual heart so that it may acquire a mirror-like purity of reflection (Tazkiya-I-Qalb) and become the receptacle of God’s love (Ishq), fortified by emptying of egoic drives (Taqliyya-I-Sirr) and remembrance of God’s attributes (Dhikr), gloriously ending in illumination of the spirit (Tajjali-I-Ruh)- this is the essential Sufi spiritual journey. Other spiritual faculties, like Khafi (the arcane) and Akhfa (the most arcane) are employed in other Sufi orders like Naqshbandi, but this is beyond general basic consensus.”22

In summary: The nafs is purified by the governing of our passionate nature; then the qalb may be purified and cleansed, and become the receptacle of God’s love; then the inner eye may be opened and directed toward God; then the spirit becomes illumined and manifests Godly attributes:

  1. First, ‘Purification of the Self’ (tazkiya-e-nafs). This means cleansing the sensual self from its worldy qualities, and embellishing it with laudable and angelic attributes or qualities.

  2. Second, ‘Cleansing of the Heart’ (tazkiya-e-qalb). This means erasing from the heart its a) love for the short-lived world and b) its worry over griefs and sorrows, and establishing in their place an ardent love (ishq) for God alone.

  3. Third, ‘Emptying of the Sirr’ (takhliya-e-sirr) from all thoughts that would divert attention from the remembrance of God. Sirr is an organ of mystical vision.

  4. Fourth, ‘Illumination of the Spirit’ (tajliya-e-ruh). This means filling the spirit with the effulgence of God and the fervour of His Love.23

In addition to using specific terminology, the language of the Seven Valleys is highly stylized. It creates a tone that would have a strong resonance to a Muslim ear. For example, though a very small fraction of words in the Arabic lexicon are used in the Qur’an, Bahá’u’lláh makes frequent use of words of Qur’anic origin. When He speaks of the “seeker”, He does so using several different terms, all of which can be found in the Qur’an. This might seem insignificant, except that although Arabic claims over a million unique words, the Qur’an only uses about two thousand of them.

Muslim writers have compiled the thematic words of the Qur’an – such as those that refer to “seeking” – and ranked them according to their frequency and context of use. Some commentators have attempted to refine the definition of these words based on their patterns of usage within the Qur’anic. That Bahá’u’lláh would choose so many terms from the Qur’an must have had quite an impact on his reader, who would have known these terms and their history well.

Some words in Sufism are so specific that differing schools within Sufism cannot entirely agree on their meaning. One of these is “nafs”, a word Bahá’u’lláh uses often in the Seven Valleys. It can be translated into English as “self” or “soul”, but without the same difference in meaning that English places between these two. Of real significance is the Sufi’s relationship to his nafs, and how he has spent decades struggling to purify and conquer the nafs. Countless stories and illustrations exist to depict the nafs; whole treatises describe the stages of defeating the nafs. The battle against nafs has to do with the greater jihad, or the believer’s battle over himself. Yet none of this richness is conveyed in either of the words “self” or “soul”.

“Self”, by conjuring psychological and religious history, has similar gravity to “nafs”, but the two bodies of reference only partially overlap. When “nafs” is translated as “soul” in other places, it makes it hard to reconcile with “self”. The two meanings are not so contradictory in the original. Although “self” often contrasts with “soul” in English, “nafs” contrasts with “ruh” in Sufism – even though “ruh” can be translated as “soul” as well (though more often as “spirit”).

Since translation cannot replace years of study and experience, and since the Western reader cannot steep himself in a nineteenth century khaniq – to capture the feelings it must have evoked in its original audience – we are left with a work whose density can only be appreciated through loving attention and time. Its spiritual message is free from the barriers of language, but the specifics of its language are not free from historical context. To appreciate the text, in addition to its import, we must transport ourselves mentally to another place and time.

First, it is important to realize that Sufis envisioned the soul as passing through several perceptual stages before reaching its goal of union with God. At each stage, the seeker must purify and focus himself in order to pierce the veils surrounding him and thus succeed to the next stage. One of the values of using “stages” is that they offer a way to measure progress, and ensure that the seeker does not blithely imagine he has seen all there is to see.

Bahá’u’lláh uses a seven-fold scheme in His book, but does not confirm that there are in fact seven stages. He says only that the valleys “are said to be seven”, and makes other equally indirect statements. In some of His other books He even expands on certain stages beyond the Seven, or explains similar truths using other schemes altogether (cf. The Four Valleys).

He goes even further to say that placing emphasis on such stages, rather than on God, is to miss the mark:

Much hath been written in the books of old concerning the various stages in the development of the soul, such as concupiscence, irascibility, inspiration, benevolence, contentment, Divine good-pleasure, and the like; the Pen of the Most High, however, is disinclined to dwell upon them. Every soul that walketh humbly with its God, in this Day, and cleaveth unto Him, shall find itself invested with the honor and glory of all goodly names and stations.24

The focus is meant to be solely on God, the Beloved – all good proceeds from this. Some Sufis writers believed this also, berating others for becoming too occupied with “spiritual stations”. They can be a useful tool to find the Path, but are not to be confused with the Goal.

Since the Seven Valleys follows a somewhat traditional Sufi scheme, some understanding of Sufism will aid in understanding the language and progression of the Valleys. First, Sufis divide between two types of spiritual movement: states (hál) and stations (maqám). A state is a momentary experience, prompted by the grace of God, taking the believer to unexperienced spiritual heights for a short time. The purpose of these states is to inspire the soul to seek God more ardently, and to prove to him he still has further to go. Stations, on the other hand, are a direct result of the seeker’s striving and do not regress. These are perfections which, once attained, cannot be undone, since they constitute an extension of vision. Once the eyes are opened and behold a certain reality, the impression of what was seen cannot be removed. `Abdu’l-Bahá says:

All creation, whether of the mineral, vegetable or animal kingdom, is compelled to obey the law of motion; it must either ascend or descend. But with the human soul, there is no decline. Its only movement is towards perfection; growth and progress alone constitute the motion of the soul.25

There are three maqámát encompassed by the Seven Valleys: the station of limitation (tahdíd), which comprises the first three Valleys; the station of unity (tawhíd), which covers the next three; and the station of “faná and baqá” which are found in the last Valley (faná and baqá are described below):

maqaam-i-ta.hdiid: The station of limitation. This is expressed in the first three valleys, where the world seen by the believer is the world of his own limitations.

maqaam-i-tuw.hiid: The station of unity. This is where the believer sees with the eye of God, and beholds creation as it is, rather than as he sees it. This is the beginning of true understanding.

maqaam-i-fanaa va baqaa: Annihilation and Eternity. This is disappearance of the self in God, where the seer is lost in the seen; the self becomes nothing, and the seeker subsists in God. Also described as nothingness, this stage does not imply destruction, but absorption. (The English word “fan” is derived from fanaa, which comes from “fanatic”: someone who has lost their reason in devotion to something).

Bahá’u’lláh, like `Attár, calls His seven stages “valleys” in several places, but uses other terms as well. He refers to the Valley of Unity as the beginning of “maqaam-i-tuw.hiid”, or the station of unity (described above). Other than this, the Valley of Unity is not described as a unique station, but rather the beginning of this station. The previous valleys are collectively referred to as “maqaam-i-ta.hdiid” in this verse where the Valley of Unity is introduced:

saalik bad az seyr-i vaadii-i marifat kih aakhir-i maqaam-i ta.hdiid ast bi-avval-i maqaam-i tuw.hiid vaa.sil shavad

In the English the currently accepted translation is:

After passing through the Valley of knowledge, which is the last plane of limitation, the wayfarer cometh to the Valley of Unity…

Yet translated literally it renders as:

The wayfarer, after the journey of the valley of knowledge – which is the end of maqaam-i-ta.hdiid – cometh to the beginning of maqaam-i-tuw.hiid

The Valley of Unity is a dividing line between two larger stations: Knowledge marking the end of maqaam-i-ta.hdiid, and Unity beginning maqaam-i-tuw.hiid. The valleys after unity – contentment and wonderment – precede the station of faná and baqá, which is the seventh valley. That valley is described as “the dying from self and the living in God”, which in the orignal uses the terms fanaa and baqaa:

iin rutbih maqaam-i fanaa-i az nafs va biqaa-i bi-al-llah ast

“This level [the seventh valley] marks the station of abandoning self (faná) and abiding in God (baqá).”

As the seeker moves from stage to stage, his vision becomes more penetrating until he is able to see God within the realities of all things. “…these stages depend on the vision of the wayfarer.” Since this is a journey of vision, there is no concept of time or distance that can be made to fit. As suddenly as the inner eyes are opened, the journey is complete. To “finish” the Seven Valleys, say the Sufis, ends the first part of the soul’s journey, “the journey to God”, and begins the second part – which is endless – “the journey in God”.

Making progress on the journey requires “steps” which are actually advances in degrees of attention26. As the seeker pays closer and closer attention to the Book of Reality, he discerns more of the secrets written on its pages. “He beholdeth in illusion the secret of reality, and readeth from the attributes the riddle of the Essence.” At first time is a barrier, requiring patience; then pain, which needs a lover’s eagerness to endure whatever is demanded by his love; and finally evil, which tests the soul’s faith in a perfect and loving Creator.

Passing these initial stages frees the seeker from looking at reality according to his own limitations, and transports him to a station where “none shall contemplate anything whatsoever but that he shall see God therein.” At that point his faith is complete, and he passes beyond the need for tests. He has proved his devotion: “This station conferreth the true standard of knowledge, and freeth man from tests.” All fear is banished from his heart since he now knows: “All things are of God”.

When there is no more fear, the heart is open to learning the true secrets of love (“Love never dwelleth in a heart possessed by fear”). That is, the seeker moves from his earlier form of love, which was love for God exclusive of the world, to the realm of unity, where his love for God embraces all His works. He enters the Kingdom of God, makes his dwelling place in heaven, and eats of the fruits of paradise. Here there is perfect contentment, and all that happens is in accordance with the seeker’s pleasure27.

However, this love itself can be a veil, since it blinds the seeker from realizing that he is at unity even with the One Whom he loves. When the seeker himself disappears, he enters a condition of annihilation in the presence of God – faná – the way a candle’s flame vanishes before the sun. Although this state is nothingness in relation to the seeker, it is baqá (eternity, subsistence) in relation to God. “This is the plane whereon the vestiges of all things are destroyed in the traveler…”

These stations are a process of removing veils; they do not yet concern the Reality beyond those veils. A sleeper must remove the covers from his bed to waken, but the process of removing those covers has little to do with the waking world. So these stages that relate to uncovering the eyes do not consider what is seen when they are fully opened. That world is infinite and without end – another justification for sometimes translating the baqá as “eternity”. Such begins the “journey in God”.

This process of awakening is meant to take place within this life. In a hadith is says, “die before you die”. Also, the kingdoms encountered by the seeker – heaven, paradise and the like – exist in the world around us. Since they are perceptual worlds, they cannot be separated in terms of time or space. Life and death are metaphors for the life of faith and the death of unbelief. To die and be born again in heaven is a description of what happens when the seeker dies from self and awakens to appreciate the manifold wonders of God’s creation. To consider that these stations are beyond an ordinary person’s reach, or that we must wait until physical death to approach them, places too much importance on the body and attempts to connect what is timeless to a specific temporal event.

What is needed to progress is the grace of God. As `Abdu’l-Bahá tells us, man has complete freedom in choosing to undertake the journey but cannot move if left unassisted by God: “…the inaction or the movement of man depend upon the assistance of God. If he is not aided, he is not able to do either good or evil.”28 Thus prayer and meditation, supplication to God, are extremely effective tools for progressing along the spiritual Path: “… the core of religious faith is that mystic feeling which unites Man with God. This state of spiritual communion can be brought about and maintained by means of meditation and prayer.”29

Thus assisted, one may come to behold the perfect love expressed by the creation around us. Until we learn the meaning of true love, we cannot appreciate what the world really represents: “If thou lovest Me not, My love can in no wise reach thee.”

I therefore reveal unto thee sacred and resplendent tokens from the planes of glory, to attract thee into the court of holiness and nearness and beauty, and draw thee to a station wherein thou shalt see nothing in creation save the Face of thy Beloved One, the Honored, and behold all created things only as in the day wherein none hath a mention.30


  1. Shoghi Effendi, God Passes By, p.140 ↩

  2. http://www.astro.gr/Rabi’a/Islam/sufi.htm ↩

  3. http://www.kheper.net/topics/Islamic_esotericism/psychology.html ↩

  4. This delineation is that described by the Naqshbandis. ↩

  5. http://www.campusprogram.com/reference/en/wikipedia/s/su/sufism.html ↩

  6. based on http://www.crescentlife.com/spirituality/four_stages_of_tazkiyyah.htm ↩

  7. Bahá’u’lláh, Gleanings, p.159 ↩

  8. `Abdu’l-Bahá, Paris Talks, p.89 ↩

  9. “Bahá’u’lláh has stated that the meaning of step or pace in this context is ‘Tavajjoh’, paying attention or concentrating (Má’idiy-i-çsimání, Vol.8, p.22)” – Iraj Ayman ↩

  10. cf. “The Accepting Soul”, as described by `Abdu’l-Bahá in His commentary on the Suriy-i-Rúm. ↩

  11. `Abdu’l-Bahá, Some Answered Questions, p.249 ↩

  12. Shoghi Effendi, Directives from the Guardian, p.86 ↩

  13. Bahá’u’lláh, The Seven Valleys, p.3 ↩

Rhapsody on the Seven Valleys

In the valley of Search, one seeks out an entrance, looks for some secret that will open the door, like pursuing a person we fancy, trying anything to gain some interest.

Then the eyes that Intended One look toward us, and the realization of possibility kindles a hope that turns the world upside down. What does anything matter now? The Beloved has acknowledged you.

By immersing one’s self in the problem of remoteness and proximity, the differentiation between this world and that – the land of the servant and the plane of the King – becomes more plain. It is seen that time and place are not real, but perceptions of the ego’s experience, like light playing on the eyes. When these two falsehoods fade away, and the vision of the seeker transcends its limitations, then beginning and ending are one; you have already achieved your goal. The Beloved is near enough to be called your own self.

The fish has now returned to the Ocean, and there is no question of “Where is God?” As the perceptive faculties develop, and spiritual vision of faith becomes more real, it is seen how all evidences of distinction proceed from the understanding of the individual, and are not related to the Infinite. In a sense, the world we see is the manifestation of our own ignorance. As we see it, good is contending with evil, and there are always battles. Yet beyond all hindrances of vision, evil is as directly related to the Truth as good.

At this point there is no more striving, and nothing leads astray. Perfect contentment ensues. Where can the lover’s eye turn that he does not witness the beauty of the Beloved? Every breath is a kiss, every breeze an embrace. Whatever his outward condition, such a seeker is content with both life and death. Nothing gives, nothing takes away. His very existence is his bountiful food.

Finally, because he has sated the passions of knowing, the heart of the seeker is prepared to receive. And now from the cold night a fiery dawn emerges, and the spring rains begin to descend from the winter peaks. With all this flooding of light the heart of the lover is thrown about, because he is only a mite in a vast world. Everything he knew was only the beginning of knowledge; and, having thought himself satisfied, he finds that it was only the bliss of ignorance, whereas now he must contend with awe. This is the babe birthing from the womb, and the dreamer awakening. The world he sees now exceeds his imagination.

Through all this, it finally pervades his soul that he is less than nothing – even non-existent. Placing upon himself the cloak of faná, he returns to the Ocean as a single drop, and is gone. Yet, through his form be lost, his essence is not destroyed, and the world still receives his benefit. When a cow defecates in the garden, are we later able to the dirt and say, “Look, there it is?” The form is lost, but the essence remains, and imparts its properties to the soil. So it is that the body has form, but no essence, and the soul has essence, but no form. In trapping our consciousness within the limited frame of our life-conception – which is based initially on our material experiences – we divide ourselves from the nature of our origin, and become like a ray of sunlight buried in a cave. This is illusion. It is we who bind ourselves to that cave through a false sense of requirement, since we are unfamiliar with the nature of things. When we relinquish all feelings of knowledge, and divest ourselves of concepts even as basic as existence itself, our spirit is freed, and we find that nothing was holding there but our belief that we should have been.

Freed of space, the soul is a part now of both sun and earth; freed of time, there is on question of proceeding; freed of knowledge, the prison bars are shattered, and we enter a world where what we had known as nothing was not even so stable as false conjecture; and freed of limits, we resume our place in the Infinite, and there is nothing left but the will of the Creator. Questions of purpose are relative to where, when and why; but to that world, this place is such madness that questions are their own answers. And thus the journey is begun.

Arrogant poetry

A friend and I sat down today to make a mystical exercise out of writing arrogant poetry. This kind of poetry is when you center your focus on a particular virtue until you feel yourself invested with a sense of its power. Then you write a poem from that point of view, allowing the feelings of grandeur to flow through you. For example, you might meditate on “majesty”, imagine yourself to be a king, and write poems expressing the heady might of a king’s dominion.

Here are the poems that come from our exchange, in which we both wrote two poems followed by two more as an answer to each other’s two:

the.master

the.moth.king

all.bow

secrets.of.fire

All bow

The poets strung pearls  
  so I undid the strands;  
the wise crafted words  
  so I helped them understand.

The sophists debated  
  so I tied up their tongues;  
the prophets prophesied  
  so I gave Destiny a hand.

When all was done  
  and the smoke had cleared  
each one bowed down before me:  
  "How swift thy sword!" they exclaimed.

But I, the poet madman,  
did demure:  
  "It was Love that smote thee, sires,  
  for none may play the lord  
  in His domain."

Persian script

As if my pen  
had drunk too much  
its joy beyond all keeping --  
dancing across the page,  
wild with meaning.

A slender reed  
thrumming with songs  
of passion and Persian princes;  
these are not mere lines,  
but the tracings of a pen  
  turned whirling dervish.

Secrets of fire

How many a lover  
  the flame of love has burned;  
How many a knower  
  laments what he had learned.

When fire teaches secrets  
  the mind cannot withstand,  
Show the flames your madness  
  Behold: they understand.

The book

I awoke to find myself holding a book.  
I did not know its language;  
I could only look at the pictures,  
imagining stories, the way children do.

I began to study, to make an effort  
  to crack the code.  
After which I noticed: the story had a Plot...

Now I read as one who cannot take time for sleep!

That book was my life, my world;  
my understanding: what Your words finally taught me.

The Master

When the Master appears  
is a time  
for questions and answers:  
  Your questions,  
  His answers.

Do not presume  
to know in His presence;  
do not even imagine  
you know what Knowledge is.

Bow to your Sensei!!

If he says you're hungry,  
feel your stomach growl;  
let His words  
become your reality.

As long as you consider Him  
with your eyes  
you see a feeble man;

As long as He looks at you  
with His  
He gives His counsel.

The Moth King

Behold!  
I am the Moth Satan  
wreathed in flame.

I glow with a heat  
only lovers  
can comprehend.

My scepter  
is my burning limbs;  
my crown,  
my blazing brow;  
my throne,  
the torment  
that surrounds me...

Behold!  
I am the Moth Angel --  
for fire and love  
have made me king.

The tree

The tree  
digs its roots deep  
drawing out  
nourishment and means  
from the Earth.

It stands tall  
stretching out boughs  
to receive the Light  
that shines down  
from Heaven.

It yields fruit  
for others to live by;  
gives shelter  
to those below  
and a home to those above.

It marries  
the two Kingdoms  
of ground and sky  
into a beautiful  
bountiful creation.

If a man  
could learn  
such secrets as these  
he would know  
his place in the world.

An Iranian beauty

Her hair falls  
like ebon silk  
flowing to her sides;

Her fair skin  
a honeyed milk  
that calms my thirsty eyes;

Her sweet smile  
undoes my heart,  
time dallies in that stare;

I wonder still  
those cherry lips...  
Let every man beware.

Trying to return

I was a fish  
of the vasty deep.  
Alone on beds  
of coral and pearl  
I used to take my sleep.

Until one day  
I climbed up high  
and filled my lungs with air --  
now I cannot dive at all  
except into despair.

I prayed to God,  
"Assist my way!  
I long to know Your depths --  
if only for this bulb of air  
this cursèd gasp of breath."

How can nothing  
keep me from Something?  
This air inside me  
  is not me  
but binds me just as well.

So God answered  
and poked me good  
to save me from my hell.

My dear friends

How can I say if I love God more,  
or you, my dear friends?

When I want to hear Him laugh,  
I tell you the joke.

When I want to ease His pain,  
I offer you the balm.

Whenever you smile, I see Him;  
whenever you sigh, I hear Him:

For if He is the Light  
and you are His candles,

I need add but a spark of love --  
and suddenly He appears.

Finding Thee

I turned my sight unto myself  
and found You  
standing within me.

How long I pursued your fragrance --  
sweet Joseph of my heart! --  
only to find: I was that bouquet.

Should a masterpiece ask of itself,  
"Where is Mastery?  Where is Art?"  
Behold: they stand within thee!

Man is the Supreme Talisman.  
If he hath not known himself  
how can he know Thee?

He seeks Music: he is an instrument!  
He prays for Light: he is a lamp!

Fruitless, he labors tirelessly,  
straining every muscle  
to know the meaning of Effort --  
  and still he does not know...

Ponder a moment this thought:  
How can a man know completion  
if what he seeks is "the Sought"?

An easy exercise

When listening to love songs on the radio, wherever you are, imagine the song is talking about you and God.