THE MORAL HAZARD OF DOING GOOD - turning honey into hemlock

I Am One of Them

Dear God,

Make desirable unto me,

What is desirable unto You,

Make undesirable unto me,

What is undesirable unto You,

Yet give unto me the space in my heart,

To accept and love those who still

Omit to do what is desirable

And do what is undesirable,

For verily, You have not turned away

From any of them who turns to You

Seeking love, forgiveness and acceptance...

And verily, I know this to be the truth,

For I myself am one of them.

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Moral Hazard. Doing bad obviously is a moral hazard. But doing good also has its own moral hazard. It is of course our ego and its terrible offspring called self-righteousness and hubris. So when you go supping upon the cup of faith in the cathedral of love, beware that your tongue do not change the honey into hemlock - your ego prompting you into thinking, 'Yea... how good am I. How bad are those others!'

The Selfless Sunnah. After all, if God says... there is no god but Me, and Muhammad is My Messenger, He is talking about the annihilation of our 'self' and abasement of our ego... Through the daily, constant, minute by minute, microsecond by microsecond application of the selfless Sunnah (traditions) of the Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.s.).

The Desirable Medicine. This is the medicine to cure us of our egocentric worldly addictions. But unlike other medicines, this medicine is desirable and increases in desirability the more we take it. 

That is what I call Godly Awesome.

He he he.

Have a lovely Tuesday, sunshine. I have been away for awhile, but I am back now. Alhamdulillah...

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Pooh the Sufi Bear - the world and its sweet purpose

Honey World

"I am not asking for the world," Pooh said to the Lord.

"I am only looking for sweetness..."

To which God replied to the little bear, "Do not blame the honey

If you cannot taste its sweetness, Pooh."

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I like Pooh Bear. And I like honey. In fact I have with me three types of honey. One from the Hadramaut desert of Yemen, one collected from the virgin rainforest of Malaysia, and the last one is from a cultivated honey farm in the southern state of Johor. 

Three Honeys. The most raw and slightly bitter tasting honey is from the rainforest, which is no surprise considering the different types of fauna and flowers that the bees take nectar from to make the honey. A close second is the honey of bees of the honey farm. But my favourite, the most smooth and mellow of all is the Hadramaut honey, rich and yet silky in its texture.

"The wise man...", says an old friend of mine, "...is the man who can taste the sweetness and richness of this world, but does not confine his understanding (and pleasure) in the mere physical sense. For he sees each sweet honey and fruit bringing him closer to the sweetness of the Divine Presence of God Almighty."

So may this Sabbath find you in the sweetness of life, dear Pooh... and in yourself, bringing sweetness into other people's.

God bless.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

The Three Phases of a Real Moon

I AM REAL...
As real as the fluttering
Wings of a butterfly,
And at night, when
The Moon is bright
And clear, you can see me, my dear.

.

I AM REAL...
As real as the song in your heart,
I am real,
As real as the blood that
Spills from your cut,
I am the wine,
I am the honey,
The sugar in your soul,
The perfect icing
Of your favourite party cake,
I am unique and I have no peer,
And at night, when
The Moon is hidden,
You can still feel me, my dear.

I AM REAL...
I am the breath of you lover,
I am your birth and your death,
I am unique and I have no fear,
And at night, when
The Moon is crescent and silent,
You can still hear me, my dear.

I am a Congress of Atoms

I am a congress of atoms,
Called upon to bear witness
Upon the Creator of atoms,

Once before, my atoms
Were formed to be very
Different things and persons,
Part of a tree perhaps,
Or a flaming fountain
Of a distant star,
Or a wavering wave
Of an ancient lake.

Then as now, my atoms
Continue to form and unform
In many trillion ways
As my Lord may
Infinitely dream,

And only my soul
Is real, living and
Possessing life
For a brief
Moment.

I am my Lord’s dream
In this world of form,
As you are.

If we talk then,
Is it mere words
You hear through
The reverberations of
Molecules in the air?
If we kiss then,
Is it merely pressure
That you feel upon
Your nectar lips?

I look into your eyes then,
But is it merely light that
I see reflected in them?

I have seen eternity,
I have spoken without speaking,
And our lips interlocked
In an ocean of honey stolen
From the bees of paradise,
So do not ask me anymore, o’ love,
Whether I love honey or not.
For we are all lost in God
And His Thoughts.

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Another prose recorded in October 2009, in the chapter entitled 'How Beautiful Love is'.