Sunday, June 29, 2003
Journeying
The struggle to keep our hearts pure lies to how much we look forward to the Day of Reckoning, preparing ourselves in anxiety and gracing ourselves with as much humility we can carry, like a needy peasant summoned to a Bounteous King. Looking forward to The Distinguished Meeting is what keeps us going, knowing that with every step taken towards it, there can only be either right or wrong. What determines this is what our hearts intend.
Our hearts are inclined to purity, desiring good for every step we proceed. But alas, we distract ourselves with the temporary splendours along the path and fail to keep in track, even with the maps that serve to assist us. Hence, we taint our primitive inclinations, falling into misguidance.
The determinded traveller is the one who has his destination in vision and as he voyages through the winding paths, continuously humming in ethusiasm and good spirit, chanting the Name that serves as a fuel, as the goal he longs to reach, the home he longs to return to.
Overcome
There is no victory if there is no battle.
The struggle to keep our hearts pure lies to how much we look forward to the Day of Reckoning, preparing ourselves in anxiety and gracing ourselves with as much humility we can carry, like a needy peasant summoned to a Bounteous King. Looking forward to The Distinguished Meeting is what keeps us going, knowing that with every step taken towards it, there can only be either right or wrong. What determines this is what our hearts intend.
Our hearts are inclined to purity, desiring good for every step we proceed. But alas, we distract ourselves with the temporary splendours along the path and fail to keep in track, even with the maps that serve to assist us. Hence, we taint our primitive inclinations, falling into misguidance.
The determinded traveller is the one who has his destination in vision and as he voyages through the winding paths, continuously humming in ethusiasm and good spirit, chanting the Name that serves as a fuel, as the goal he longs to reach, the home he longs to return to.
Overcome
There is no victory if there is no battle.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
The Eyes of Love never turn away from its Source
There are times when we just sit in isolation and ponder over why our hearts erupt into such feelings. Feelings that plunge us into attachment for someone close to us. We wonder why our hearts flutter graciously whenever we are around that special person in our lives and even when we are not in their company, our heart aches in yearning and remembrance of that person.
Perhaps the key lies to the source of love. It is impossible to describe love in its whole, just as it is impossible to describe its Creator in whole. Even substituting expressions of our dimension doesn't wholly amount to what it really feels inside when the heart feels love. Love is exquisite. It is a name of His that He has reserved in a special place for His creation. In a place where the entire body is sustained from its core, with all vessels connected to it. It functions as a life support pumping existence to every outlet.
Surely, one who truly treasures and acknowledges the splendours he has been endowed with looks to the origins of its intricate beauty and glorifies its Maker.
What love beholds really, only He knows, for it came from Him and surely to Him it must return.
Possessing Love
The ones who look to love as something that has been simply given to them for their possession fail to capture its true essence. As soon as it comes to them, they savour it with all their might, grasping it tight, hoping it to never fade away. To them love is of material possession, for when it exists, to them it exists as theirs. Hence, when it departs, they feel that a part of them departs along with it, caving a crater of emptiness within their hearts.
Those who greet love like a fountain spring cleansing and soothing them at every chance truly acknowledge its existence. These are the hearts that detect the Eternity of Love, acknowledging love in every corner of existence, knowing that it is the Name that drives creation, the battery of survival. To them love is immaterial. It never begins and it never ends.
There are times when we just sit in isolation and ponder over why our hearts erupt into such feelings. Feelings that plunge us into attachment for someone close to us. We wonder why our hearts flutter graciously whenever we are around that special person in our lives and even when we are not in their company, our heart aches in yearning and remembrance of that person.
Perhaps the key lies to the source of love. It is impossible to describe love in its whole, just as it is impossible to describe its Creator in whole. Even substituting expressions of our dimension doesn't wholly amount to what it really feels inside when the heart feels love. Love is exquisite. It is a name of His that He has reserved in a special place for His creation. In a place where the entire body is sustained from its core, with all vessels connected to it. It functions as a life support pumping existence to every outlet.
Surely, one who truly treasures and acknowledges the splendours he has been endowed with looks to the origins of its intricate beauty and glorifies its Maker.
What love beholds really, only He knows, for it came from Him and surely to Him it must return.
Possessing Love
The ones who look to love as something that has been simply given to them for their possession fail to capture its true essence. As soon as it comes to them, they savour it with all their might, grasping it tight, hoping it to never fade away. To them love is of material possession, for when it exists, to them it exists as theirs. Hence, when it departs, they feel that a part of them departs along with it, caving a crater of emptiness within their hearts.
Those who greet love like a fountain spring cleansing and soothing them at every chance truly acknowledge its existence. These are the hearts that detect the Eternity of Love, acknowledging love in every corner of existence, knowing that it is the Name that drives creation, the battery of survival. To them love is immaterial. It never begins and it never ends.
Monday, June 16, 2003
Artistry of Love
Love is like a seed waiting to blossom. It lies beneath every surface waiting to be nourished. Every drop it is fed sprouts a new petal, its growth stimulated through the pleasure of commitment; for commitment breeds great pleasure. As each essence unfolds from within, it manifests itself outwardly, scattering its comfort to the surroundings. The blossoming of this love emulates into a source of illumination that guides the wandering, nourishes the deprived and calms the distraught.
Love is delicate. There are those who are reckless with love often letting it slip from their grasp with improper attention and lack of commitment. There are those who devour it in one gulp, swallowing without digestion. The value of true love is hidden from them or rather it melts upon consumption, denying them of an everlasting taste. Their hearts are left cold and emptiness within them persists.
It is only those who savour every drop of it while preserving its value, ensuring that it becomes a part of them and moulds them into the essence of their being, whose hearts wholly benefit. They let the stalk of love remain firmly rooted while receiving the fragrance of its scent and the sweetness of its taste, always admiring its precious and timeless beauty. They regard love as a life support that connects them with its Owner.
Like an admirer of an art piece, ever longing to meet its artist.
Love is like a seed waiting to blossom. It lies beneath every surface waiting to be nourished. Every drop it is fed sprouts a new petal, its growth stimulated through the pleasure of commitment; for commitment breeds great pleasure. As each essence unfolds from within, it manifests itself outwardly, scattering its comfort to the surroundings. The blossoming of this love emulates into a source of illumination that guides the wandering, nourishes the deprived and calms the distraught.
Love is delicate. There are those who are reckless with love often letting it slip from their grasp with improper attention and lack of commitment. There are those who devour it in one gulp, swallowing without digestion. The value of true love is hidden from them or rather it melts upon consumption, denying them of an everlasting taste. Their hearts are left cold and emptiness within them persists.
It is only those who savour every drop of it while preserving its value, ensuring that it becomes a part of them and moulds them into the essence of their being, whose hearts wholly benefit. They let the stalk of love remain firmly rooted while receiving the fragrance of its scent and the sweetness of its taste, always admiring its precious and timeless beauty. They regard love as a life support that connects them with its Owner.
Like an admirer of an art piece, ever longing to meet its artist.
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Solitude of Remembrance
Solitude of remembrance is a pleasure commonly neglected. We live our lives oblivious of this great advantage our Lord has endowed us with. Solitude of remembrance is of three types:
Solitude with the crowd: They are the ones who invite others to engage in collective remembrance, acknowledging the descent of angels and spiritual beings who are magnetized unto the circles of Divine Remembrance. The flow and rhythm of their tongues are in sync with one another as much as the sincerity of their companionship is exerted. Their hearts are bound to one another with solid foundation of love for His sake.
Solitude away from the crowd: Each of His servants has this privilege of engulfing themselves in His Divine Presence. It begins with disconnection from the temporal and transcends into journey into the eternal. Isolation from the boundaries of this existence to be in His Presence is not just a sacrifice but more importantly, a longing of every soul. To be attached to its Master, the one who provides, nourishes, maintains, develops, endows, protects… A few minutes of detachment from the world just to be in remembrance of Him can provide nourishment built to last a lifetime.
Solitude within the crowd: There are those who pursue the fruits of the world whilst being occupied with Divine remembrance, fluctuating their hearts continuously in praise of Him whilst in the company of others. The hearts of this remembrance have built-in sensors that constantly alert the soul of dangers and detriments that may harm it. It triggers flushes of enlightenment whenever in awe of His creation, always thankful to the Causer of Causes. Contentment and tranquillity of this level is bestowed upon those who seek His pleasure in every movement, those who are constantly scavenging the existence for His blessings and mercy. Indeed they are the ones who have attained felicity in this world and the next. SubhanAllah.
The Prophet, sallallahu alaihi wassalam said: "Whoever wishes to abide in the Garden of Paradise should invoke Allah much"
Solitude of remembrance is a pleasure commonly neglected. We live our lives oblivious of this great advantage our Lord has endowed us with. Solitude of remembrance is of three types:
Solitude with the crowd: They are the ones who invite others to engage in collective remembrance, acknowledging the descent of angels and spiritual beings who are magnetized unto the circles of Divine Remembrance. The flow and rhythm of their tongues are in sync with one another as much as the sincerity of their companionship is exerted. Their hearts are bound to one another with solid foundation of love for His sake.
Solitude away from the crowd: Each of His servants has this privilege of engulfing themselves in His Divine Presence. It begins with disconnection from the temporal and transcends into journey into the eternal. Isolation from the boundaries of this existence to be in His Presence is not just a sacrifice but more importantly, a longing of every soul. To be attached to its Master, the one who provides, nourishes, maintains, develops, endows, protects… A few minutes of detachment from the world just to be in remembrance of Him can provide nourishment built to last a lifetime.
Solitude within the crowd: There are those who pursue the fruits of the world whilst being occupied with Divine remembrance, fluctuating their hearts continuously in praise of Him whilst in the company of others. The hearts of this remembrance have built-in sensors that constantly alert the soul of dangers and detriments that may harm it. It triggers flushes of enlightenment whenever in awe of His creation, always thankful to the Causer of Causes. Contentment and tranquillity of this level is bestowed upon those who seek His pleasure in every movement, those who are constantly scavenging the existence for His blessings and mercy. Indeed they are the ones who have attained felicity in this world and the next. SubhanAllah.
The Prophet, sallallahu alaihi wassalam said: "Whoever wishes to abide in the Garden of Paradise should invoke Allah much"
