A Dream Fable

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

The following is an excerpt from “Doorkeeper of the Heart: Versions of Rabi’a” by Shaykh Charles Upton.

“Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure,
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word.
My choicest hours,
Are the hours I spend with You -
O God, I cannot live in this world,
Without remembering You -
How can I endure the next world,
Without seeing Your Face?
I am a stranger in Your Country,
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.”

Shaykha Rabi’ah al-Adawiyyah (q.s.)

Shaykh Charles Upton was born on the 13th December, 1948.  He is a noted American poet and metaphysician.  Charles Upton was born in San Francisco and grew up in Marin County, California.  He attended Catholic schools throughout until high school.  Whilst in San Francisco, he met the poet, Lew Welch, who became his mentor.  Although he was much younger than most of the Beat poets, Upton's first two volumes of poetry were also published by City Lights.  This body of work was associated with many of the earlier Beat poets.  In 1988, Charles joined a traditional Sufi order.  This is very much reflected in his work since.  The following is an extract from “A Dream Fable”.

“I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand.  In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, ‘How wonderful this place is!’

‘Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this?’ she asked.

‘Oh yes,’ I answered.  Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes.  The young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it.  Immediately both of us were flooded with light. 

God Alone Knows the inner meaning of the maidens we saw living there.  Each one carried in her hand a serving-tray filled with light.  The young girl asked the maidens where they were going, and they answered her, ‘We are looking for someone who was drowned in the sea, and so became a martyr.  She never slept at night, not one wink!  We are going to rub funeral spices on her body.’

‘Then rub some on my friend here,’ the young girl said.

‘Once upon a time,’ said the maidens, ‘part of this spice and the fragrance of it clung to her body - but then she shied away.’

Quickly the young girl let go of my hand, turned, and said to me:

‘Your prayers are your light;
Your devotion is your strength;
Sleep is the enemy of both.
Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.
If you ignore it, if you waste it,
You will only turn to dust.’

Then the young girl disappeared.”

“In love, nothing exists between breast and Breast.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
The one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In Whose Presence you are blotted out?
And in Whose Being you still exist?
And Who Lives as a sign for your journey?”


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