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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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.

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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

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The Thousand Faces of God

I see:

Children- just living in the moment with

the promise of a future;

I remember:

the embrace of my parents,

the joys and pains of my brothers and sisters,

true friends, and

the pursuit of love and lust.

I am:

a husband, father, son, brother, and friend.

Along this journey, I have been part of something Holy and Beautiful. It is as if I have seen the Thousand Faces of God.

Yet I know that I have not seen God: our childhood passes, our youth does not last and our children grow up. This world is a house of endings and everything comes to an end except

our constant gaze towards the Beautiful, wondering “What Now!”.

God has eluded us in Plain Sight.

This is the meaning of the paradox: “He is Manifest and Hidden.”