Dance with Beloved, Dance with Madness

February 7, 2009 at 8:25 pm (Poetry)
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I stood with open arms
As the fierce tide of the ocean
Swallowed me whole
And immersed me with creation

Let me drown in this eternal sea
Let my soul escape from my body
So that I may become the passionate waves
And the beautiful reflection of Your infinite sky

Let the whirlpool spin with the universe
Let the waves crash, let the thunder strike
So that I may swirl in Your ecstasy
And soak in every color of your Divinity

Let the sun set me ablaze
Let the flames course through my veins
So that I may melt in You
And embrace this warm Beauty in endless ways

Let the Lover yearn for Beloved
Let the mystic wailing shake the heavens above
So that I may have my dance with madness
And mourn with the slaughtered victims of Love

Aaah-aaaaaah-aaaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaahh!

Blot out my name in every poem I wrote
Erase every mentioning of “I”
At once! Unleash this desired union!
For Ocean to finally kiss Sky

Let “me” fade in this mystic dance
Look to Him! Look to Hu!
Look to Ishq! Look to Houb!
Everything points to Him!

Dance to the pounding of your heart!
The beating is no other name but His!
The pulse is no other name but His!
The breath is no other name but His!

Duum Duum! Dak-ka-duum!
Duum Duum! Dak-ka-duum!

All reality is false except Him: the Compassionate!
The Merciful, the All-Embracing
The Lover, the Beloved, the Infinite!
Attribute nothing to “me”!

All praise.

Takbir.

~Broken Mystic~

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From Celestial Origin

December 24, 2008 at 4:30 am (Poetry)
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FROM the unseen world
Heartstrings resound
Tender bow caressed by Lover’s hand
Glides across yearning strings
While delicate wood-wind
Flutes a melody only Beloved understands

CELESTIAL light attends the poet’s song
For king, mystic, and layperson to hear
Cities would have been brought to knees
If not bound to the wheels of time
Or lost in the illusory world
Spirit cries out, “I will not be a prisoner here”

ORIGIN of self is hidden knowledge
A treasure-key awaiting discovery
An emperor falls to shame
When unlocking heavenly beauty
Pompous flags and banners, empty words
He torches the palace and fortress walls
To grow a rose garden instead
Be conquered and heed to Love’s sacred call
Bring forth inner reality
In place of this fleeting dream-world
For union belongs to you,
Soul of Eternity

~Broken Mystic~

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Eid Al-Adha (The Festival of Sacrifice)

December 8, 2008 at 8:01 pm (Mysticism, Poetry)
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When the curtain of mystery
Is drawn asunder
Unforeseen beauty emerges
From the throes of complexity

The light of realization
Shines upon thee
The test becomes a journey
Toward inward illumination

Remember how Abraham roamed the night
Distraught by a haunting revelation
Turning his palms to the sky
Praying for the life of his first son

Shaytaan stood by the road
Only to inflict fear and lead astray
Venture through darkness, O’ Abraham
The Hand of Creation will guide you to Heaven’s abode

Remember Me, says the Merciful One
Anyone who denounces Shaytaan
And believes in Me has grasped the strongest bond
One that never breaks [Qur’an, 2:256]

Abraham replied : You are my Lord, my Creator
Only You can release me from such agony
Flame of my Soul, Source of my Being
You demolish and You restore

My Friend, my Beloved, my Constant
When I was frightened, You rescued me
When I was alone, You embraced me
When I was happy, You cherished me

You make me dance, You make me cry
You make me smile, You make me tremble
You make me discover, You make me question
You make me live, You make me die

And so loyal Abraham entered the cypress gardens
Fearless Ismail lay his head beneath his father’s blade
Abraham readied his knife: For You, my Spiritual King
But an Angel of Light intervened and ended the burden

No harm was done to his beloved son
And thus, the message of Faith was revealed
Out of mystery came enlightenment
A lesson to be learned and remembered

Lovers, Believers, Submitters
Whatever names you call them
They, like Abraham, surrender to the call of Love
That is their Faith, their bond with the Eternal Protector

The bond that never breaks

~Broken Mystic~

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Lover and Beloved

November 25, 2008 at 5:52 pm (Poetry)
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One night, Lover met with Beloved
Face to face in the lonely Garden
So tired of words and concealing secrets
Their hearts pleading: “Draw me closer, Soul Twin”

But Silence is like a rare gemstone
It glistens with expression
Yet remains shy and mute

Those who can hear
Listen for the Secret flute
Softly humming with a soothing ocean

Lover says: Deep in your Heart, Beloved
You stir up a Love potion
That paints the world in color

Somewhere, you utter romantic phrases
You are too humble and kind
Please know that you are the cause of this art

Beloved holds Lover’s gaze
And says: You are my immortal life
My body, my soul, the passion drummer of my heart

Persian santour and Punjabi Love strings
The music that assembles in celebration
Of impassioned Romance ascending on Heaven’s wings

Lover is intoxicated with Beloved
And says: You are my pulse
The blood flowing in my veins, my creed
The spirit dancer of my Being

Set foolish labels ablaze, They plead
There is no “male” or “female”
There is no dominant or subordinate

There is no law or chain of command
There is only madness
This language only Romantics understand

Lover whispers: You say I am beautiful
But in reality, I am a mirror
And you are the Sun radiating in endless splendor

I merely reflect your beauty
Everything your eyes see is your own
It’s all a part of you, even this poetry

~Broken Mystic~

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