Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, June 30, 2008

garbage in, garbage out

Garbage in, Garbage out



If you don’t fill your mind with beneficial things, then nothing beneficial can come out. Is this an excuse, or an expression of purity, and humbleness?


Everything’s blank, when there’s nothing left to fill. Empty spaces filled with nothing – if only the nothing was something, then anything would be everything.


As some have said when asked, ‘What’s is such and such worth?’ –


Nothing… and everything!’


Is that man’s nature, to ascribe worthlessness to what he owns, and simultaneously jealously guard what is his, as it means ‘everything’ to him? Is it a case of every man for himself? - He keeps what is his, and doesn’t want other hands to touch it. He will also, no doubt, crave more than what he has, and thus ruthlessly seek what others have, and try to attain it by any means, to grip it with his own hand, to say, ‘This is mine’. The emptiness is never filled.


This, however, is a state of the worst members of humanity, surely not a quality shared by all – at least in deed, if not in thought. Maybe all hearts have a share in this disease, but not everyone acts upon the desire to own. We can still hazard to have hope in humanity’s goodness, can’t we?


Isn’t there inherent goodness in all, as well as an inclination towards evil? If we examine ourselves, we can see those aspects which could be called ‘natural’, and could be categorised in either way. Let’s say anger, covetousness, greed and the like all comprise of evilness, especially if they become the focus of one’s life, and the motivation for one’s actions. Similarly, love, kindness, and pity (as long as it isn’t for the self) are good feelings, and the one who lives their life according to them will have goals seeking to unite humanity, and for the world to exist in peace and harmony.


Life is a choice, between living for one’s own advances, at the cost of anyone else, and still not attaining fulfilment, or living by love and kindness and seeking for the benefit of mankind as a whole.


What does this mean? Does everyone automatically feel that they would be happiest being the second kind? It seems like the best option to this author, but is that because of some bias, based on a particular cultural conditioning?


It seems that to care for the needy, be generous, love for one’s neighbour more than one loves for one’s own self, these are the deeds of goodness, and hence one who lives in this way would be considered good. Yes, it would be true, wouldn’t it, in any cultural setting?


There is, however, a crux. What if the reasons for a person’s ‘goodness’ are essentially for his own self-gratification, for his ‘good’ actions to be seen by other men, and his own ‘fulfillment’ is in his pride that he is so generous, loving and kind. What if one lives in this hypocritical state?


This is why the measure for all goodness has to come into focus - that anything and everything belongs to the Creator, the Sustainer, and ever-living God - even one’s own actions. So anyone who is doing anything should know that it is for or against that Originator of all things, the One who has power over your life and your death, and Whom you will stand before to be reckoned as to your deeds.


Perhaps the only true way to be fulfilled, is to fully realise one’s own emptiness, and worthlessness, and at the same time hope in the acceptance of one’s meagre deeds by the most Generous, Almighty. In this way at all times you will doubt that what good you do is sincere enough to be only for Him, and this helps one always stay mindful about each deed, and what it’s purpose is, thereby hopefully leaving you with an untarnished goodness, where your actions help to better the world and what is in it.


So it is true, that if you put garbage in, all that will come out is garbage, but if all your input is good, then your output will be pure, and good, and accepted by the Lord, and you will be one of the ones who is successful in this life, as well as the life hereafter.


Peace be upon you.




Wednesday, January 23, 2008

home

'home is where the heart is', it is said.

home, that ethereal, unpalpable thing, is it a place or a feeling?
if your heart is in a place then does that place become your home?

some say, 'where i lay my head is home' -
so perhaps somewhere in between is where we should aim to be.

the blessed Prophet (May Allah's peace and blessing be upon him) was forced to leave Makkah after three years of continuous persecution by the unbelievers in the city, and as he left the city for al-Madinah in Yathrib he looked back and expressed how dear the place was to his heart.

yet, after ten years, when the muslims re-entered Makkah as victors, and the Ka'bah became the centre of Islam, Muhammad (May Allah's peace and blessings be upon him) decided to return to live out his days in Madinah.

once you live anywhere for a period of time it becomes a home, but the place of origin always holds a special place in the heart. Allah (exalted is He) made the earth to be travelled over, and nowadays it is so easy to get anywhere (apart from visa restrictions and such in some places which of course is one of the wrongs in our world). then He made some places more special than others, like Makkah of course, being centre of the world, then Sham (Palestine, Jordan, Syria and Lebanon) and Yemen. (this has been related through our blessed Prophet (the Peace of Allah and His blessings be upon him)).

so obviously there is merit in being in these lands, but to travel to other lands is also beneficial, especially in carrying light from place to place, and fulfilling the whole purpose of Islam - to show others the way of Truth, and the path to success and happiness in this life and in the Hereafter, and the means to attain the love of Allah, both coming from the Almighty and in one's ownself.

because the real home is the place your heart yearns for most, and the people of understanding exert their yearning towards that home in the Paradise, firdaus-ul-'ala, and to be brought near to Allah (exalted is He) is their goal. and what a goal. there is nothing higher than that.

so lets exert ourselves - be in our lives among those who live as if they are travellers, and strangers - people seeking their true home, and that palpable safety of everlasting peace and happiness. our life here is like a man who was travelling, and for a while he rested in the shade of a tree, then to continue on his journey..

let's follow Muhammad's way (May Allah bless him and give him peace), and take him as our guide on the way home.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

whispered (a second sonnet)

Evil thoughts they come - your resolve to break,
Disguised lies and half-truths come from nowhere,
At night when you're half 'tween sleep and awake -
To lead down roads of darkness and despair.
Diseased words and manifested regret,
Remembered - consciously solidified.
Old promises that have never been kept -
Too weak to fulfill, too frightened to die.
Water wont wash away those twisted fears,
They remain inside like frozen, dead weight.
Unmeltable, no release of warm tears,
Mere loneliness for you to contemplate.
Turn, repenting to the One Friend above -
He is the Source of peace and endless love.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

wayfarers - stop and smile

Things swiftly run along in the stream of time, and life's tides smash the rocks of the human frailty, making echoes resound through the vast realms in all spheres of existence. Yes, each of us has an individual universe as important as any other's.

When we hear and see through electronic mediums the shouts and booms and carnage in all those 'other' universes of our Adamic siblings, whose destiny has decreed that their existence corresponds to ours, we cannot help but think of how many lives are wasted... without care for the consequences, and long-term effects, or even the enormity of this kind of behaviour.

As our beloved Prophet Muhammad, (May God's peace and blessings be upon him) told us,

'the taking of one life is as if one has taken the lives of all humanity'...

Now let's hang back and not take sides, or go around blaming one or another party, because we are all responsible for good and bad things, so 'he without sin cast the first stone' (as our Prophet Jesus (may God bless him and give him peace) is reported to have said). We can of course agree that some acts are more inhumane than others, but we know deep inside as an unshakeable truth that each of us will be repaid according to our own particular choices, intentions and actions - according to the balance of the Almighty, Wise and Just Lord of all.

So if we are wronged, then the most excellent behaviour is to again follow Jesus' recommendation to 'turn the other cheek', and to carry on. One of the most admirable qualities in dealing with our fellow humans is to excercise 'good opinion' on everyone - i.e. to look beyond their faults, and only see the good in them.

What is all this except the beautiful principles borrowed by Buddhism (again just following on from natural instinct), coupled with the positivity propounded by all those American 'self-help' and 'how to be successful' manuals?

Just smile, even that can be considered charity. Know that your smile can have the effect of changing another's life (and according to the above tradition from God's messenger (Peace and blessings be upon him), ...'saving one life is as if one has saved the life of all humanity') . Maybe they have been down and have lost touch with love or human relations and to just give them a smile might re-awaken all their dormant natural emotions and help on their pathway to the correction of their lives.

There is nice thought related to this; it takes 40 muscles to frown and only fourteen to smile, so why do we find it so hard? Does our 'evil-commanding-self' have such sway over us that we only want to look negatively at others - and in turn move not only them, but ourselves further from the path of universal love...

May God show us the way, and make us sound upon it. Amen.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Closer

Eye, hot; dropped tear
Lip quivers and jaw tight
Tear, drop; round and clear
Heart shivers and blurred sight.

Draw near; love's embrace
Existence reassured
Eye's yearn; heart's race
Loneliness is cured.

Eye's tear; inner fear
Through matter spirit soars
Fear, Loved; warm and dear
What you've always waited for.

Cry, real; clear and true
Heart opened to pure love
True, feel; me and You
Im low and You're above.

Life, lived; fear and hope
Death is everlasting youth
Hope, freed; hold the rope
Submit your essence to the Truth.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

[Christmas eve-eve-eve poetry]

twinkles sprinkled through - just enough to make it true - an innocence lost once but refound.
as a memory creeps in from what you feel is real. river ocean-bound.
an infinite sky painted with stars, in past places not what they once were.
a deepness reflected in a gazing eye lost in endless beauty. wonderous stare.
tingling fingers an excitement-giving glimpse of eternity,
as an 'i've seen this before' affirmation stresses time's limited complicity.
silver, tracer vapour trail shoots through from it's birth to it's death
fizzling away. faded, leaving only a memory, a fate for us all to share.
and earth, star-dust we come from
and to our mother's bosom we return.
God's mercy encompasses our servitude
rebellion and resistance is a burn.

~~~~~

from gathering clouds fell dark.
no rain, because the hearts didnt seek purity.
coldness, sinful thirst not washed away.
dry tides turned by just fear.
and hope, for that's submission's key.
light, to his Lord a servant prays.
~~~~~
(deep as a puddle)

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Read, and it will come

Today, I thought of what comes out of a human. It's all fine and good if it comes out the back, but what if it comes out of your mouth, or fingers as you type, and that toxic by-product of a corrupted mind is just waste, and poison to any who taste it...

a sensory perception, our only link to knowing anything.

'Read, In the name of your Lord who created. Created mankind from a clot (which clings). Read and your Lord is the most generous. The One who taught by the pen. Taught man that which he did not know... '

(From chapter 96 of Noble Qur'an)

Now, if we ponder that, even though English is deficient in comprehending the inferred meanings, I will give my personal perspective on how this chapter causes me to think. Of course I have the benefit of being able to read it in Arabic, and for that all praise is for Allah. I didnt know Arabic before...

So if we look to the chapter - 'Read', it says. Now without our senses it is not easy to read. What do we need in order to read? We need to perceive. So our Lord has created light, which bounces off the page and enlightens our eyes and then the nerve endings send impulses and our brain reads them, and a picture forms in our mind (all beyond our control, that is, unless we refuse to perceive, but that would be ignorance and blindness). Then by that wonderous operandus we come to understand.

So we're told to read, but also directed towards the obvious, that one cannot read unless something has been written, so the pen is mentioned. The pen is the instrument for inscribing the information, which is to be read, and gradually understood (by Allah's will).

What a blessing that we, who began as a mere 'clot' of cells, clinging to our mother's uterine wall, in the safest darkness of comfort and miraculous growth, absorbing nutrients just as a leech draws blood from it's host (which is also included in a varient meaning of the word for 'clot' in Arabic), came into this world. So grand and spacious compared to that dark womb - but what did we know then?

Nothing. And now? Now you're reading this, and I have written it, and by God's will both of us undertstand something of it, and if we learn, then what a generous gift from our Lord to us - that we have the capacity to assimilate knowledge.

And all is from Him, and we all return to Him, when He decides.

Of course, all has been written in the Book of Destiny, which has been written before anything occurred. God created the pen, and told it to write. It said, ' What will I write?'. 'Write everything from the beginning until the last day'.

The pen has been lifted and the ink on the pages has dried.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

A Dream

A dream.

I was with a female of some sort looking around some gardens, and we saw a strange new pony transported from somewhere far away, the walls were of glass or perplex and there were trees behind. It seemed to be some sort of zoo, then we came to a place where I think I had explored earlier, and it was closed off with old, rotten wooden gates, and there was an inscription in Arabic - barely readable, and I told her there were animals inside but I thought the place was diseased. (There were fungi on the wooden signs, so we didnt go in.)

Then I was flying along beside a swan across a lake (and it felt like Fermanagh), and her feet kept touching the water and sending up sprays and there were beautiful colours, and I could see her from all angles. my lips were cold, and she offered to carry me, but I refused, because I was heavier, and it was peace.