Gentle Mistress, River Heart, Mercy Ocean - a resolution

Gentle Mistress, River Heart, Mercy Ocean

Oh world,

My gentle mistress,

I cannot stay faithful to you,

Oh world,

My pleasing mistress,

I cannot stay all just for you,

Oh world,

My cruel mistress,

I cannot love you unconditionally anymore,

For you are not who you say you are,

And for that, I do not blame you at all,

For you were made deceptive and beautiful,

You were made to dominate and endure,

But now that I think I understand you a little better,

I would like to keep a little distance,

You can understand, I am sure.

You never asked me to be your king,

The throne, the crown I alone desired,

You never asked me for anything,

This foolish deed is all mine, I fear.

I forgive you your nature, oh world,

So please forgive me mine.

I turn to the Lord that made you and I,

And I ask for a guide

To find me the River Heart of Muhammad

To the Mercy Ocean of God...

And I am sure, in time, I will.

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There is no point in loving without knowing. And I find that the longer I live, the more I know about this world. And the more I know the more I respect it. I admire the elegant structure of the flowers and the trees, the flowing form of the feline and the royal mane of the lion. I admire the rain and the sun, the earth and the water. And I come to behold the human form perfect and harmonious. This is all apparent, but I also hold dear the inner essence. How life and nature interacts with our conscience and heart. How the outer form clothes the inner meaning, and how the inner essence gives meaning to our form.

Life is too short to be sad or angry. R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

Thank you for dropping in, sunshine. ya Huu for Friday!

Pax Taufiqa

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

The River and the Ocean, when the Message in the Bottle is You Yourself

19. I am a river

I have a promise to keep,

I have a purpose to keep,

I have a house to keep,

But I am not here,

So these tasks

Flow to me

and through me,

I tell them, these heavy burdens,

O' Ships of causes and consequences!

Tarry not on my riverbanks,

Sweep straight through

And set sail for the Ocean,

For I too am imprisoned

By causes and consequences.

For resolutions of doubt

lies in the Sea of Mercy,

In the Ocean of Certainty,

Naught in me!

Five times a day, I like to dip my pinky toes into the shore of a vast ocean. Five times a day I let go of the burden of existence, of the weight of cause and consequences, and find myself by the Sea of Infinite Mercy. There I stuff all my worries and anxieties into a bottle, and address it politely to "God Almighty, Certainty Avenue, Everywheretown, P.O. Box 01 Nowhereville." Then I would chuck the bottle as far as I can into the sea. Sometimes an Angel in the shape of a seagull would swoop down and catch the bottle in mid-flight, and carry it far, far away.

But on a really bad day, our state of worldly being is so inflamed, that I would forget with the niceties of a bottle. I would simply leap into the waves, and let the current take me as far into the ocean as it wants to. In such times, my message to God is me myself, pleading to Him, "Help." 

And He does.

Have a by-the-sea-lovely day, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

The Ocean of Ahad and Ahmad upon our Battered and Broken Shore

In the summer of 1994, while I was studying in Leeds University, I went on a trip to the south of England and there I found the captivating and wondrous Cornwall, the southern end of Britain which stretches its green toes into the North Atlantic Ocean. For the past 4 years I have not travelled much, remaining like a frog under a coconut shell here in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

It is good to travel. And in these past 3 weeks, I have journeyed further than I have ever did since 2007, venturing to the Holy Land and later to Jakarta. I returned from the Indonesian capital last Thursday a little weary, with a withering cough that is threatening to rip my chest in two. Well, maybe that is poetic exaggeration . I am a little unwell, that's all. Hehehe.

From my trips abroad however I have realised so many things - of my own faults, weaknesses and mistakes. I realise (and I should) how subtle is the human animal, how we are likely to be carried by the weight of our passion for what is good, not so good, naughty and down-right bad. I have little skill for either, but even as a sinner with no talent - it is easy to be bad. So this evening, as I awake from a frenetic Saturday night, I would like to assure my self that I am not alone in this challenge, and that however the day may turn out, we are all safe between the hands of Ahad and Ahmad, between God and His Prophet. That sadness and regret, however bitter, is but a blink of the cosmic eye, and only goodness is real and eternal. An ocean of virtue and love upon our battered and broken shore. So..., anyone for a beach picnic?!

1. Now tell me

How lucky am I to do evil at you,

For you are the discrete ones,

And you are loath to disclose

My misdeeds!

Indeed, I can see it in your eyes,

That you have drawn a veil

Between my misdeeds

And me.

How lucky am I!

Now tell me,

Who is this Lord of yours

To have such gracious servants?

Who is this Muhammad of yours

To have such a follower

Of merciful discretion?

If you are but a small sand

On the shores of your truth,

Oh, how beautiful must be

The Sea of Ahad and Ahmad!

Good curses on you,

For damning me now

With a yearning for something

So peaceful and calming!

1. Your reasons in the Hidden Realm.

When, how and where

You do what you do

Discloses a little

Of your intention.

But it is not all,

For only those

Who are keen and

Able to sift through

Your sands of confusion

In the Hidden Realm

Will ever really know.

And even that they

Partake from Muhammad,

Claiming nothing out

Of their own endeavours,

Being mere tributaries

Of a river

Flowing to the

Ocean Of Prophetic Wisdom.

Have a lovely Sunday, sunshine. I know it is sometimes hard to be happy and contented. But you must try. For that is the reality and every other interpretation is a falsehood fabricated by our wilful ego that is never ever satisfied. Pray for me.

Pax Taufiqa