Sunday, July 17, 2011

Culture of Death






There comes a time when you can no longer escape from the things you've done. And sometimes, often, what you do can never be undone. Until another heaven and earth comes to pass, that wrong can never be corrected. And we, human beings, are carrying forward such a burden of wrongs that it seems impossible that they will ever be righted. And they may never be in this world. The world grows dimmer, its burden of sin grows greater, as we shuffle towards some ignoble denouement. Enlightenment grows harder; ignorance easier. Truth and goodness are seen as weakness; lies and evil are considered strength.

What sparked today's post was a story I heard from someone I did not know, and I apologize if he ever sees this, but considering these issues are important to all of us. Important for the whole human race to consider. His teenage daughter put a pistol in her mouth and shot herself. He, the father, was apparently on the scene quickly and saw that the girl was choking on her own blood, so he tried to siphon the blood out of her airway with a rubber tube and his own mouth, spitting out blood and tissue, while waiting for the paramedics to arrive. She died sometime later, they took her off the respirator. Can you imagine, if you had been that father?

This story disturbed me so much, I felt I had to get to the bottom of why it disturbed me so much. I mean, sure, the story is disturbing in its own right, but it is not like I don't know that people get killed or kill themselves every day. I guess what disturbed me most, was the great ease and speed with which it was possible to end life. Filling out your taxes, drinking a cup of coffee, brushing your teeth, driving to work, most everything takes time. Handgun-initiated death, however, is instantaneous. As is bomb-induced death, machinegun-induced death, and all the other forms of death which are so prevalent and convenient. It is not necessarily so that the death itself is immediate, maybe it would take days, but the action of killing is instant.

And the worldwide culture of convenient murder, of a 7-11 store of instant mayhem, is an equal opportunity employer. Even those who invented the terms "culture of death" and "culture of life" are very selective in their use of those terms. The American Evangelicals who are so keen to save the unborn, and I think rightly so, are not quite as keen to limit firearms. In fact, they are dead set against it. Firearms in the home are much more likely to be used against a family member, than against anyone else. The father of the unfortunate girl I alluded to above, quite likely bought the pistol for "home defense" that his daughter used to end her life. These evangelicals are not so keen to protect the lives of those subject to the death penalty. A really "pro-life" philosophy would seek to protect all life, not simply the lives of a favored group. Anything less is merely politics, not ethics.

Those of a more liberal bent are quite ready to play God and end the life of the unborn, as long as the lives of the born are made supposedly more secure by gun control and abolishing the death penalty. Everyone looks to their own interests and not at what is right. And everyone doing this, for thousands of years, brings this world to its current state. A state of constant warfare, especially of more powerful nations against less powerful ones. A state where our abuse of the natural world threatens to disrupt millions of lives, with global warming and environmental degradation, massive oil spills and melting reactors. A Darwinian social condition where the ties that bind people together in brotherhood are overwhelmed by the economic war of man against man, leaving everyone isolated, leaving the least fortunate abandoned. A culture of artificiality, where important values are disregarded and artificial values revered. A condition where money and power are our true gods; pain, dehumanization and death their appointed sacrifices; and truth and goodness are either unknown or derided.

What had disturbed me so greatly is the stark dominance of evil, the enormity of it. The monumentality of evil, the degree to which the world has already been lost. There is no white-hatted cavalry coming over the hill at the last minute to save us from ourselves. How quick is judgement and murder, and how slow is healing and forgiveness.

And I knew this all along, and yet it still surprised me.




Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Sufi Poetry Part 2



A Palestinian Dervish, 1913





In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.
He said, "This world is like a closed coffin, in which
We are shut and in which, through our ignorance,
We spend our lives in folly and desolation.
When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin,
Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,
But those without will remain locked in the coffin.
So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off,
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers."

-Farid ud Din Attar, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'




The clouds gave my soul an idea
So I pawned my gills
And rose like a winged diamond

Ever trying to be near
More love, more love
Like you.

-Hafiz - “The Gift” – translation by Daniel Ladinsky




Hidden behind the veil of mystery, Beauty is eternally free from the slightest stain of imperfection. From the atoms of the world, He created a multitude of mirrors; into each one of them He cast the image of His Face; to the awakened eye, anything that appears beautiful is only a reflection of that Face.

Now that you have seen the reflection, hurry to its Source; in that primordial Light the reflection vanishes completely. Do not linger far from that primal Source; when the reflection fades, you will be lost in darkness. The reflection is as transient as the smile of a rose; if you want permanence, turn towards the Source; if you want fidelity, look to the Mine of faithfulness. Why tear your soul apart over something here one moment and gone the next?

-Jami, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'




The Jesus of your spirit is inside you now.
Ask that one for help, but don't ask for body-things...

Don't ask Moses for provisions
that you can get from Pharaoh.

Don't worry so much about livelihood.
Your livelihood will turn out as it should.
Be constantly occupied instead
with listening to God.

-Rumi, Mathnawi II:450-454




Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with a thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

-Rumi - The Essential Rumi - Coleman Barks




Don't speak of your suffering -- He is speaking.
Don't look for Him everywhere -- He's looking for you.

An ant's foot touches a leaf, He senses it;
A pebble shifts in a streambed, He knows it.

If there's a worm hidden deep in a rock,
He'll know its body, tinier than an atom,

The sound of its praise, its secret ecstasy --
All this He knows by divine knowing.

He has given the tiniest worm its food;
He has opened to you the Way of the Holy Ones.

-Sanai




'The Puzzle'

Someone who keeps aloof from suffering
is not a lover. I choose your love
above all else. As for wealth
if that comes, or goes, so be it.
Wealth and love inhabit separate worlds.

But as long as you live here inside me,
I cannot say that I am suffering.

-Sanai, translation by Coleman Barks - 'Persian Poems'



'The Beauty of Oneness'

Any eye filled with the vision of this world
cannot see the attributes of the Hereafter,
Any eye filled with the attributes of the Hereafter
would be deprived of the Beauty of Oneness.

-Sheikh Ansari - Kashf al_Asrar, Vol. 7, p. 511 - 'Maqulat-o Andarz-ha - Sayings and Advice' - A.G. Farhadi




Rabia was once asked, "How did you attain that which you have attained?"
"By often praying, 'I take refuge in You, O God, from everything that distracts me from You, and from every obstacle that prevents me from reaching You.'"

-Rabi´a al-Adawiyya, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'




In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

-Rabia al-Adawiyya




I have two ways of loving You:
A selfish one
And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil
And let me feast my eyes on Your Living Face.

-Rabi´a al-Adawiyya. Doorkeeper of the heart:versions of Rabia. Trans. Charles Upton




The source of my suffering and loneliness is deep in my heart.
This is a disease no doctor can cure.
Only Union with the Friend (God) can cure it.

-Rabi´a al-Adawiyya, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'




I have made You the Companion of my heart.
But my body is available to those who desire its company,
And my body is friendly toward its guest,
But the Beloved of my heart is the guest of my soul.

-Rabi´a al-Adawiyya translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'




If you are seeking closeness to the Beloved,
love everyone.
Whether in their presence or absence,
see only their good.
If you want to be as clear and refreshing as
the breath of the morning breeze,
like the sun, have nothing but warmth and light
for everyone.

-Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir - 'Nobody, Son of Nobody' - Vraje Abramian




Beloved, show me the way out of this prison.
Make me needless of both worlds.
Pray, erase from mind all
that is not You.

Have mercy Beloved,
though I am nothing but forgetfulness,
You are the essence of forgiveness.
Make me needless of all but You.

-Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir - "Nobody, Son of Nobody" - Vraje Abramian




Piousness and the path of love
are two different roads.
Love is the fire that burns both belief
and non-belief.
Those who practice Love have neither
religion nor caste.

-Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir - "Nobody, Son of Nobody" - Vraje Abramian




Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart,
never give up, never losing hope.
The Beloved says, "The broken ones are My darlings."
Crush your heart, be broken.

-Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir - "Nobody, Son of Nobody" - Vraje Abramian




If you do not give up the crowds
you won't find your way to Oneness.
If you do not drop your self
you won't find your true worth.
If you do not offer all you
have to the Beloved,
you will live this life free of that
pain which makes it worth living.

-Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir - "Nobody, Son of Nobody" - Vraje Abramian




All that is left
to us by tradition
is mere words.

It is up to us
to find out what they mean.

-ibn al-`Arabi, Tarjuman al-Ashwaq, in The Mystics of Islam,
translated by Reynold A Nicholson





When my Beloved appears, With what eye do I see Him?
With His eye, not with mine, For none sees Him except Himself.

-ibn al-`Arabi, Tarjuman al-Ashwaq, in The Mystics of Islam, translated by Reynold A Nicholson




The one who knows becomes perfect only when
all else is removed from in-between him and the Friend.
Either he remains or the Friend.

-Moinuddin Chishti

Sufi Poetry Part 1

Dervishes spinning near Rumi's tomb, Turkey





So long as we do not die to ourselves,
and so long as we identify with someone or something,
we shall never be free.
The spiritual way is not for those wrapped up in exterior life.

- Farid ud Din Attar




It is an interesting paradox that perhaps the most exoteric and legalistic religion on Earth (and the religion with the fewest redeeming features in my opinion), also has some of the most vibrant and widespread esoteric traditions of any religion. I am speaking here of the Sufis. Just about the only places on Earth where you will actually see Muslims and Hindus worshiping God together in the same place, are the tombs of the Sufi saints and poets. It may be to their credit that the Sufis are currently persecuted in many countries in the Muslim world, including even in Turkey where Sufism is still technically illegal, and in Iran where there is a massive government campaign against the Sufis, including the imprisonment or execution of their members and the destruction of their tombs, places of worship and so on.

If you remember the history of Islamic expansion though, it is perhaps not so remarkable that the Sufis arose in Islam. When the Muslims conquered Persia in 651 AD, they invaded an area that was the homeland of Zoroastrianism and of the Manicheans, who were non-Christian gnostics. Much of the previous religious practice of the inhabitants most likely went under cover, adopting an externally Islamic guise. When the Ottomans conquered the Byzantine empire, they conquered an area that was home both to Christian gnostics and mystics and also to Manicheans.



Manichean priests writing at their desks. Note similarity between the caps of the
dervishes in the picture at top with the headgear of these Manichean priests.
Probably coincidental but interesting nonetheless.


The status of Sufism both within and without Islam is subject to debate, with some Muslims saying that the Sufis are not Muslim, and some Westerners saying that they are part of a mystical strain that predates Islam. Most Sufis though place themselves firmly within the Islamic tradition, though in contrast to mainline Islam they are noted for their humanity and tolerance.

The most visible aspect of Sufism, and the aspect that most Sufis would probably say is the least important, is their tendency to spin. ;) This practice derives from the tale that Rumi, the great Sufi poet, started spinning spontaneously upon achieving enlightenment.





Sufis like all mystics properly understood, are non-literal. Which is to say, that they believe that what they have to teach is not susceptible to direct literal exposition, unlike, say, car mechanics or computer repair which in order to exist at all, must be explicable in language. Every mystical tradition has a different way of dealing with this. For example in the case of the Buddhist scripture The Diamond Sutra, the Buddha will go ahead and say something intended to be taken semi-literally, or "taken seriously", but preface it with an exposition of how unreal it is to say that words refer to real things. ;) Others use language while emphasizing that the language is not where "it is at." The 2500+ year old Daodejing (Tao Te Ching) uses a sort of prose poetry. For the Sufis, poetry is their main medium of expression. The most revered places of Sufi worship are the tombs of their poets.

Now that I have gotten the introduction out of the way, next up is the actual Sufi poetry itself.






Sunday, July 3, 2011

The shadow of His wings





You are my God
I seek after no other
My whole being is full of longing
I thirst for you in a dry and desert land
where there is no water.

I have seen you in the high place
and have seen Your glory
Compared to the Beloved, life is nothing

In the restless nights I remember You.
As I toss and turn I think of You.
Because You are the heart of my heart
I sing in the shadow of Your wings

-Psalm 63, respoken in my own words
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