Sunday, 28 June 2009

The Blessing of Depression

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

by Robert Frost

How many times have you been so beaten that you have danced on the edges of eternity?  How many times have you looked into the depths of despair and thought of nothing but oblivion?  How many times did you think death was sweet?  Only to remember that the warm glow is the Fire and the cool blanket is the façade of the howling winds of Pandemonium.  A shaykh once mentioned that this is a Gift.  It keeps the Self in check by a state of contraction so severe that the need for Him overwhelms the attraction of the world.

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Divine Echoes

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

We are here for a short time only,
And we walk a Path so lonely.
A man and his wife is Allah's sign.
Their love an echo of His Design.

Such love so deep, comes once in your life,
Once found, only she could ever be your wife.
Like Andromache and Helikaon.
Once she was lost, he could not go on.

Every Lover has only one heart to live,
Echo of the Divine Love, one to give.
And when that is lost, beyond all hope,
God truly knows the Man cannot cope.

That is truly our anchor in this world.
When that is lost, it will all unfurl.
What is left is the Eternal Sleep,
The only cure for pain so deep.

Is the pain of the heart, the sin of the soul?
The tears are so hot, the heart is so cold.
The nights so long and lonely.
Without the Divine Echo's only.

And may Allah (s.w.t.) not Turn the Divine Face from me on the Day the Trumpets have sounded.  May He Remember me kindly for what I did try.  And may He have Mercy on me for when I ultimately failed.  And may He Remember that I never did turn to any but Him even when the nights were longest and Shaythan sat by my right side and Death sat on my left.  Amin.

It is said that a man went to Allah (s.w.t.) on the Day of Judgement and demanded admittance to Paradise on the strength of his amal.  Allah (s.w.t.) Ordered the mizan to weigh all his ‘ibadah against a single eye that Allah (s.w.t.) Gave him.

If we had worshipped Allah (s.w.t.) from the moment we are Created until Judgement Day, we cannot pay the price of a single eye.  Such are His Gifts, such is His Generosity.  We do not gain anything by our capacity to ask but by His Capacity to Give.  Our amal is not our own.  Our ‘ibadah is not our own.  It is by His Capacity that we do it.  Never ours.  And for such arrogance and for the worship of his amal, that man was dragged to the Fire.