I Saw the Sacred Be


I saw the Sacred Be,
 
Children descending
 
One by One
 
Like beads in a rosary
 
To pay homage to Life

Only guided by their instinct and love

Without command or scripture.
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The Way to Personal Freedom- 2, Veiled Beauty

I had written this poem a few years ago in a moment of  a spiritual ecstasy and union. It is a feeling of Union and Oneness with Everything.

My love with “It” has been a source of freedom for me. Meditation, knowing oneself, fasting a couple of days a week (or eating less), being awake from dawn to sunrise, all help with this experience. Why is this important? Feel it and you will know.

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I see You in the redness of dawn;

in the virgin sky;

in awakened life at early morn;

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Dove on Deck

in Thunder & Lightening;

in the silence of the Dark Night;

between my shadow and I;

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in the glorious moon and the bright stars;

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in sounds of raindrops:

In the carelessness of children while they play in

Your Thunder, Lightening and Rain;

In waves on an ocean shore;

In the moving wind;

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In hope amidst fear;

In the lust of youth.

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My Allah, O Veiled Beauty, yet I see you not in all Your Majesty:

I see the footprint but not the Foot;

the shadow but not the Object.

I am a shadow of the Object. The Sun will set upon me and my shadow will fade into the Dark Night.

Winter Sunset, Gatineau Parc, Quebec

All that will remain is You. I will return like a raindrop on the ocean back to its Source.

All will perish except Your Face.

My Allah, let me know You as a Friend and let me subsist Within You for an Eternity.

Let the shadow exist without a shadow: in oneness with You

Lost…

I walked to the store,

In longing to buy what I had lost.

Though I found it was not there,

So I ran back in agony.

Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,

Though that was not up to my deciding.

I walked to the store everyday,

Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.

One day I got lost too,

And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,

Though of course I was not.

One day my loved ones got lost as well,

And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.

The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,

We were lost forever.

And that was the circle of life.

Zaynab (9)

Going Home

POETRY

GOING HOME

by JANUARY 23, 2012

I love to speak with Leonard

He’s a sportsman and a shepherd

He’s a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

 

But he does say what I tell him

Even though it isn’t welcome

He will never have the freedom

To refuse

 

He will speak these words of wisdom

Like a sage, a man of vision

Though he knows he’s really nothing

But the brief elaboration of a tube

 

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

To where it’s better

Than before

 

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

 

He wants to write a love song

An anthem of forgiving

A manual for living with defeat

 

A cry above the suffering

A sacrifice recovering

But that isn’t what I want him to complete

 

I want to make him certain

That he doesn’t have a burden

That he doesn’t need a vision

 

That he only has permission

To do my instant bidding

That is to SAY what I have told him

To repeat

 

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

Going home

To where it’s better

Than before

 

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

 

I love to speak with Leonard

He’s a sportsman and a shepherd

He’s a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2012/01/23/120123po_poem_cohen#ixzz1l8lV095RG

Happiness

My Salvation is beyond the Garden of Eden

or Noah’s Shore:

It is in Sin and Drowning Itself!

I seek a world

without Pain and Pleasure;

cancer and cure;

God and Devil;

Love and Hate;

Lost Dreams and Hopes;

Beauty and Beast.

But it will never be,

Never Be

while I Am:

I am the the Duality:

My Salvation is beyond the Garden of Eden

or Noah’s Shore:

It is in Sin and Drowning Itself!

A Birthday Tradition

In our family, the birthday of everyone is a holiday for everyone of us from work, school and other daily chores. We spend a significant part of the day together.  There is an energy and a revival of the self and family to the celebration which is different than if all of us went by our daily activities and only took the time in the evening to celebrate.

I started this tradition 11 years ago.  Although at times it has been challenging to work around work and school schedules, this tradition is something we intend to keep: the feeling is worth the time and effort it takes to make this work. I commend this tradition to you.