Showing posts with label Hallaj. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hallaj. Show all posts

Monday, February 20, 2012

Hallaj's Requiem - Wherever my head may be now...


21. The Law & The Path II
Sometimes the Path ends
With the retribution of the Law.
But Allah, shall they silence Your Friends forever?
By Allah, surely they must fail!
For what do they strike but a vessel of clay?
What can they decapitate
But a puppet’s head?
By your permission,
May my heart linger forever
In servitude to You,
Teaching, guiding and loving
The seekers whose seeds
You still hold in abeyance,

Let me do this,
Wherever my head may now be!

Mansur al- Hallaj is a famous Muslim martyr who was punished by the religious authorities for his ecstatic utterances of 'Ana al -Haqq!' (I am the Truth / God!). He was executed in 922. 

But you cannot keep a good guy down. For wherever his head may be now, he is still speaking to you and me. For who knows of Hallaj's executioners? Not many, but many, many more knows of Hallaj himself. I do not want to be a beheaded martyr, but I get where the man was coming from. He was drinking wine from the Fountain of the Beloved, and he got a little tipsy. People say the strangest thing when intoxicated. Have you ever heard your own stupendous sweet talk in the thralls of your courtship of THE woman, THE one true love? I have, and it makes me blush!


God bless God.

Have a perfectly nice day, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Hallaj, Holy Books and the Beautiful Discord. Where are we now? - Prose of Ramadhan Part 46

142. Books we read
The books we read?
They are a starting point,
A harbour before
A vast and infinite ocean.
And when we begin reading,
We begin sailing.

If a book has neither value,
Look for another book,
Or look for another you.

I joined some friends in breaking their fast three nights ago. During the extended conversation after dinner, one of them shared with us her experience- "My cousin, who is kinda liberal, was asking this - If the Al Quran was actually compiled after the passing of the Prophet (that is true), how do we know that the Al Quran is accurate? - I was so shocked I didn't really know how to answer her."

"Well, why don't you tell her that the Lord Himself guaranteed the accuracy of the holy scriptures until the end of time?" I suggested to her, but that argument died a natural death, because after all, if the Quran is questioned, how can you use it to guarantee the veracity of itself?

Then I thought, "Well, tell her that if she can find a better book and Prophet, follow that book and that Prophet." My friend was aghast, "But what if what I suggest leads her to apostasy?"

What do you think, sunshine? After all, the same question that faced my worried friend was also faced by the Prophet in his lifetime. And ultimately, you choose what you like, or what you love. And there is nothing to worry about, really. After all, there is suppose to be no compulsion in religion. And you must choose. As you do everyday whether you assume yourself to be a Muslim, Jew or Christian. Any other way, which is simply following the rota-learning approach to religion is just like a macaw parroting his master for biscuit. That too is a form of compulsion, if you think about it. We have no control over someone else's thoughts and heart. Why, we barely have any control over our own capricious selves. At some point we simply have to trust the Lord and His Plan for us. We must be humble enough to remember how small we are, and how ultimately vast is the Lord and His Love for all Creation...

88. Beautiful Discord III (The Lord is Vast, and you are small)
It matters not to the Lord who is right,
For really, only He is Right.

What matters to Him,
Is your servanthood.

For the Lord is Infinitely Vast,
And within His Creation
Is easily encompassed
The little quarrels
Between servants.

Although, alas,
Heads sometimes roll,
As a consequence
Of scholarly conference.
Death did not stop
his words.

In the past, a couple of saints have lost their heads, literally, for just speaking. But who remembers their executioners? No one. But of some saints who were found guilty of religious malfeasance by their ecstatic devotional utterances, like Hallaj the renown, their stories continue to give colour to the vast rainbow of spirituality which is our inheritance. Heche however disagrees and says that we must couch what we say according to our audience. I understand where she is coming from. Yet I also do not think I am 'wrong'. So you see, we can still be civil and agree to disagree, which ought to be the true way in which Muslims treat each other and believers of other creed. Alas, where are we now?

Have a thoughtful Wednesday, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Art of Drinking in the Tavern of Love, with Abu Yazid, Hallaj, Rumi and Abdul Qadir Geylani


In Teddy Bears and Sweet Gentle Walks we spoke of how Love will change your life. And I must warn you that, given free rein, Love will demolish your doubts and sadness. I know this to be true, because more than a year ago a kindly bartender in the Tavern of Love told me…
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21. A heady draught II
Ah, drinkers,
Did you not see
The sign outside?
“Verily, you who
Wish to enter,
Leave your doubts
And sighs outside.

For only love is
drunk here. Love
in all her delight.
Love! Love!
Love without respite!”


So how can we stop drinking Love, my friends? It is a most addictive beverage. A drink distilled by the Very Best of Distiller and promoted by the Very Best of Copywriter …

22. A Heady Draught III
Love is a draught
Exquisite in nature,
Brewed in secret
Like no other,
A loving nectar,
A liquid amber
Coursing through
Your soul like a
Golden river.


So, again and again we order from the bartender, “One more! One more!”, despite the looming hangover which we sometimes suffer because …
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23. A Heady Draught IV
Without discretion
Love manifests itself
In the morning after
As a painful hangover.

And after 4 prose of Love, where are we? Ah, here… to the fifth and final round, which I invite your toast, ladies and gents, in the honoured remembrance of Abu Yazid al-Bistami, Hallaj, Rumi and Shaykh Abdul Qadir Geylani! Come on, sinners… finish it and I will join you drunk under the Table of the Prophets and Saints! Because, if we are not worthy to sit with them, at least let us get intoxicated under them!
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A Heady Draught V
If you desire Love, Happy Hour is Every Hour
Alas for those who seek Love without Love,
For only by Love will you find Love.

And if you have passed that stage,
And come to know the Bartender
A little better, then
You will finally realise that
In the Tavern of Love,
All drinks are, In Truth,
On the House!



Have a great Sunday, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa.
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P/S - First 3 poems here are from the chapter entitled 'How Beautiful Love is' completed 9th October 2009. The last, is happily freshly brewed this wonderful Sunday morning, 14th November 2010. How lucky are we!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Love, Madness and The Illusion of You


Love, Sweetest & Most Bitter

We are loading our donkeys
With tributes and riding them into the sea.
We are the courageous and foolish,
Simpletons on Quixote’s mount,
Undaunted and fearing nothing,
We take our supper under the sky
And quench our thirst with wine
Stolen from our masters’ cellars!

The incorrigible and destitute,
The lost and guided knights
With banners borrowed
From Saladin’s tomb.

Stampeding headlong,
Hardheaded and kindhearted,

To be lost forever in His Ocean,

O’ Love, Sweetest and Most Bitter!

(No.9, from 'Raindrops') If you desire to walk the path, then prepare yourself to stumble, to get lost, to face monster windmills and other illusions that challenged Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Along the way, you may perhaps even face the mightiest illusion of all... the illusion of you. Abu Yazid, Ibnu Arabi, Hallaj and old Rumi may have put it differently, but this is what we call poetic license. Hehehe.