FOR THE SEMA A writer composes from the chaos of that space less moment between time and eternity. His pen is like the thread which’s holds a world of possibility, and his energy is the energy of the already-created, transformed into feather like sensitivity. A goose-quill hand loving the wind in that threading-space through which all must pass, from here to there, and from there to here, through the pen. A writer touches the wind, moves the spirit. His tongue is a silent witness and his lips the feathers of the spirit-eagle. His hands hold secrets and must release them by words made into patterns from a world where no patterns live. Patterns form time into visible shapes – called “words”. Each word is then a formed substance from a dimensionless point. Each moment a new beginning. Can we bear the pain of separation? Only if the heart is so still that a butterfly’s wings are strong enough to push the tip of the pen on to the paper. So it is with the dervish. He is the still point in a turning world. The left foot of the semazen never leaves the ground, showing how it is in this world that we turn, to bring the creative world of beauty from the Un-manifest into this world of possibility. His right hand, raised upwards in receptive humility to receive the grace of Allah, can be likened to the pen of the creative writer which waits for the inspiration from God. His left hand, facing downwards into the world, brings “the rain from another world” into our world, like the ink in the pen of the writer, who waits to bring inspiration from the deepest part of his heart into words for us all to see. The earth is thirsty. The world to come, our children and our children’s children, await our turning. For those who have turned, who have learned the meaning of the words “ Die before you die”, this world is the resurrection. This world is the Resurrection for those who know. A truly human being is he who finally turned back to his Source, to the First Cause, which is Love. He has become conscious at last. He is both in this world but “ not of it”. He is no more identified with the passing images of transient time in this world of appearances. He has made the senses his friends, and thus Time is on his side at last. For him “suffering” has turned into the joy of transmutation, for he knows and trusts in the secret of the Great Alchemist, who comes down to us when we are finally ready to make that final step in life – to die before we die. Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi was well prepared. The history of his Life, up until the time he met the wandering dervish Shams-i-Tabris (may God preserve his secret!) is carefully documented. He was ready when the moment come to him, and he reached Union with God on that Blessed Night of december 17th 1273 – the “Nuptial Night” we celebrate each year, all over the world. Today may we all turn together in the knowledge that we are One in the heart of God, and that Breath and Spirit become One as we turn. May God grant us perfect understanding so that we can be brought to know that there is One Absolute Unique Being. May His Light touch our hearts today, illuminating us all in the realization of His Unity, and may the Presence of Mevlana lead us to Truth. HAQ DOST Bron: Reshad Field. chalice.ch https://youtube/watch?v=O5OctlKK4NU#t=225
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 07:33:55 +0000
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