One could argue that the prophet, when describing seven heavens, had reached inside
level by level. Mo did not ascend nor roam the skies, he just dove deeper and deeper.
Like all who hear beyond society's din and listen without longing as we travel in spirit.
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Note.
Just a Sufi observation after meditating, becoming free, even in the use of prayer mantras, becoming still, surfacing in solitude..
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There's noise around me
silently my spirit is watching
hearing with the hidden heart.
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Note.
The proceeds of a summer spent on Theravada and Vipassana, I do not exist.
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Ilãn,
You taught me
Truth is not limited, it is, like veritable meditation, it is, unlimited
As truth knows no boundaries, it is omni -presence and -awareness in one
So is true meditation, it is clear, it is real, objective, consciousness without judgment
Here is no illusion nor (self) deceit
In truth here is balance, harmony and integration
And from these come clarity, alertness and understanding
You taught me
Me
Note.
I signed with Me, but that could have been replaced or supplemented with these words:
unbound, solitude, insight, calm, joy, peace, wholeness, empathy, love,...of course love.
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Post Scriptum.
I can be alone *
- physically
- mentally
- solely
I surpassed the chains of
- memory
- thought
- impurity
Alone, whole and free, I surface.
* this 'alone' does not signify that I must live a solitary life and/or (can) have no spouse.
In the deserts of Arabia in pre-Islamic time there were those who followed the monotheistic faith of Abraham, they were called hanif (meaning true believer, monotheist and/or upright).
The hanif, call(ed) God: Ilãn or Allah: the latter derived from Elah (Aramaic) or Eloi (Hebrew).
Note II.
Also I kindly refer to Surah 17:110
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🙏
From your living filled with words and poems
artisanal
you were shaping your silence into syllables
and that
made you content, yet still you long for more
cos that
brief surge of joy when all the words fall into
place
is not the bliss you seek, the thrill that stays
lingers
when you'll learn to mold your syllables into
silence
and then,...just maybe,...you've come home
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When my heart is dried out
and there is no amount of drinking
that can replenish the tears
that I have shed and that I will spill
running up the wall of silent
crying, craving, you back in my life
can only happen when still
and silent I seek to silence my own
for what is love what's love
or life when you are no longer here
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© 20..........
She persuaded me
to build a home stone by stone
for her heart and mine
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Note.
💖 In a world filled with resentment I started a haiku contest on love yet love can never be contested 💖
Written for the Haiku contest 'a Haiku for Love' on Allpoetry.com.
Poem contest a Haiku for Love - All Poetry
No, correction, the truth is it was written for my true love and then published on blogger.com and then used for the kick off of a poetry contest on allpoetry.com.
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