O Muhammad

You are the Perfume of God's Essence

The Rose of His Heart

Yet you were betrayed by your own people

Those who profess to follow you and to love you

Those who profess to believe you

Those who killed your family

Those who beheaded your grandson

Those who tortured and turned into captives and slaves

the women and children of your family

In your name

In the name of God

O Isa

You are the Light of God

God's Love

Yet you were betrayed by your own people

Those who profess to follow you and to love you

Those who profess to believe in you

Those who pretended not to know you when you were taken away

To be tortured and killed

In the name of God

O Musa

You are God's Wisdom

His Strength

Yet you were betrayed by your own people

Those who profess to follow you and to love you

Those who profess to believe in you

Those who made a golden cow into their god the moment you turned your back

Those who have broken every single commandment God has given them

Those who think nothing of stealing land from the innocent

Those who humiliate, torture and kill the innocent

In the name of God

I feel your great pain

I feel your deep sorrow

I weep endlessly from your pain and sorrow

I feel the agony of your betrayal

In the hands of those you trusted

Those you guided

Those you loved

The anguish in your hearts is also in mine

I have nothing to offer you except -

My heart

My faith

My love

My loyalty

My life

In the name of God.

Sheikh Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi: 1165 - 1240 AD

'Mystic, philosopher, poet, sage, Muhammad b. 'Ali Ibn 'Arabi is one of the world's great spiritual teachers. Known as Muhyiddin (the Revivifier of Religion) and the Shaykh al-Akbar (the Greatest Master), he was born in 1165 AD into the Moorish culture of Andalusian Spain, the centre of an extraordinary flourishing and cross-fertilization of Jewish, Christian and Islamic thought, through which the major scientific and philosophical works of antiquity were transmitted to Northern Europe.' (excerpts taken from Ibn Arabi Society's website)

The Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi Society

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"The movement which is the existence

of the universe is the movement of love. "
Ibn 'Arabi, Fusûs al-Hikam

"It is He who is revealed in every face,

sought in every sign,

gazed upon by every eye,

worshipped in every object of worship,

and pursued in the unseen and the visible.

Not a single one of His creatures

can fail to find Him in its primordial

and original nature."
Ibn 'Arabi, Futûhât al-Makkiyya

"If the believer understood the meaning of the saying

'the colour of the water is the colour of the receptacle',

he would admit the validity of all beliefs

and he would recognise God

in every form and every object of faith."
Ibn 'Arabi, Fusûs al-Hikam

And this has to be my all time favourite of Ibn Arabi's works....
"O Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.

My heart has become capable of every form:

it is a pasture for gazelles

and a convent for Christian monks,

and a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Kaa'ba,

and the tables of the Torah

and the book of the Quran.

I follow the religion of Love:

whatever way Love's camels take,

that is my religion and my faith."
'Tarjuman al-Ashwaq'. Theosophical Publishing House, 1911. Poem XI.

'We are given a key to understanding, however, in the triple vision of the three great prophets of the Western world - for to Ibn 'Arabi these three bring the same message,the same essential religion of love. He considers all prophets and saints to be explainers of this primordial religion: There is no knowledge except that taken from God, for He alone is the Knower... the prophets, in spite of their great number and the long periods of time which separate them, had no disagreement in knowledge of God, since they took it from God. We are given a key to understanding, however, in the triple vision of the three great prophets of the Western world - for to Ibn 'Arabi these three bring the same message, the same essential religion of love. He considers all prophets and saints to be explainers of this primordial religion:
"There is no knowledge except that taken from God,

for He alone is the Knower...

the prophets, in spite of their great number

and the long periods of time which separate them,

had no disagreement in knowledge of God,

since they took it from God. "
'Futuhat al Makkiyah' II. 290. Trans. W. Chittick, 'The Sufi Path of Knowledge'.

"A thin veil separated me

and him in such a way

that I was able to see him

while he was unable to see me

and ignorant of my presence.

He was so absorbed that

he paid me no attention

and I said to myself

'He is not destined

to follow the same path as me'."
Futuhat I. 154. Trans. C. Addas, 'La Quete pour la Soufre Rouge'

"The Most Merciful looked down upon me

with a look of Benevolence and sent

Muhammad, Jesus, and Moses

to me while I slept.

Jesus encouraged me toward asceticism

and ridding myself of unnecessary belongings;

Moses gave me the 'disk of the sun'

and predicted that I would obtain 'ilm ladunnî

from among the sciences of the tawhîd;

and Muhammad commanded:

'Hang on to me, you will be safe!' "

Sheikh Qadir Jilani

Anything you call upon, is a god.

Anything you depend on, is your god.

Anything you fear, is your god.
Anyone you implore, is your god.

Look at yourself.

Your heart does not agree with your tongue

And your actions are in conflict with your words.

Say: "Allah u Akbar"

One thousand times in your heart

Before you say it even once with your tongue.

Are you not ashamed of yourself

To say "There is no god other than Allah,"

When in truth you worship one thousand deities besides Him.

Repent to Him from all your lies.

Thank You to My Beloved

by the Anomaly

18 May 2007 night time

Today

I finally passed the test

I finally learnt my lesson

I finally know

How to love myself.

To learn how to love yourself

You must first

Know who you are

You must know your value

and your worth

You must never let another person

determine your worth

and tell you who you are.

So I thank you,

my Master, my Guide,

my Beloved

for leading me to this path

to this knowledge

to this awareness.

To love yourself is to never allow anyone

to have control over your destiny

To never accept second best

To never be second best

Your soul belongs to Allah

Our Creator

Our Ultimate Love

Your life belongs to Allah

Never surrender your love and your life

to anyone else.

Know yourself and you will know Allah

Love yourself and you will love Allah

Love Allah and you will love yourself

It matters not which comes first

By the time you come to this realisation

You are nothing but a mirror

Reflecting

Allah's Beauty

Allah's Light

So learn to love yourself.

Do not accept a tarnished gift

For you are worthy of something better

Do not accept love in half measures

For you are worth

Much, much, much more than that

Do not accept insincere friendships

for they are worth nothing and you are priceless.

It is better to be alone

than to be with those

who do not know how to value you.

It is better to stay away from those

who do not know how to appreciate your worth.

They are not worth a single tear in your eye.

Finally I learnt and practised all this.

I have passed the test.

Thank you thank you thank you

My Love

for leading me here.

My chains are broken

I am finally released.

I finally know:

how to live

how to love

My burdens are gone

I am ready to live

I am ready to love another

How can you love another

when you do not know how to love yourself?

How can you value others

when you do not value yourself?

And today I have proven it

I love myself

I value myself

Thank you my Love.

The poetry above was inspired after going through a tough period for the past 2 weeks. I had come to realise that 2 people whom I am very fond of, whom I trust, whom I regarded as my friends have betrayed my trust and are not sincere to me. I struggled with myself - do I ignore it, accept them as they are and accept the half measures they mete out insincerely?

Then I realised - there is a difference between accepting people as they are and the treatment they show you. Accepting them as they are means not judging them and letting them be who they are and allowing them to find their own way. Eventually, we hope they will get there. But we don't have to suffer in their ignorance and accept their treatment.

So I stepped out of this circle of their ignorance and contempt.

What a release that was. To not be stuck in this vicious circle. I thought I would be upset and distraught over this. But all I felt was a sense of emptiness. I was worried. I thought I must be numb. But its night time now and I still don't feel anything. Just a sense of relief that I don't have to think about this anymore. I don't have to get upset over their behaviour anymore.

Then I realised - I finally liearnt my lesson which God was trying to teach me since 2000. I learnt to love myself.

So thank you God for this revelation, for this gift. It took me seven years of pain to learn. Seven years of joy. Seven verses in the Fatihah - The Heart of the Koran.

Hafiz

I Have Come Into This World to See This

I have come into this world to see this:

the sword drop from men's hands even at the height

of the arc of their anger

because we have finally realised there is just one flesh to wound

and it is His - the Christ's, our

Beloved's.

I have come into this world to see this:

all creatures hold hands as we pass through

this miraculous existence we share on the way

to an even greater being of soul,

a being of just ecstatic light, forever entwined and at play

with Him.

I have come into this world to hear this:

every song the earth has sung since it was conceived in

the Divine's womb and began spinning from

His wish,

every song by wing, fin and hoof,

every song by hill and and field and tree and woman and child,

every song of stream and rock,

every song of tool and lyre and flute,

every song of gold and emerald

and fire,

every song the heart should cry with magnificent dignity

to know itself as

God;

for all other knowledge will leave us again in want and aching -

only imbibing the glorious Sun

will complete us.

I have come into the world to experience this:

men so true to love

they would rather die before speaking

an unkind

word,

men so true their lives are His covenant -

the promise of

hope.

I have come into this world to see this:

the sword drop from men's hands

even at the height of

their arc of

rage

because we have finally realised

there is just one flesh

we can wound.

More from Hafiz .....

I have learned so much

from God

that I can no longer call myself

a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me

that I can no longer call myself

a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure soul,

Love has befriended Hafiz,

It has turned to ash and freed me

Of every concept and image

my mind has ever known.

The Thoroughbred

by the Anomaly

Only a King knows how to appreciate a thoroughbred

Only a King knows how to treasure it

Holding it high above all else

Only a King can appreciate

the thoroughbred's

lineage

elegance

beauty

spirit.

A King knows

not to compare a thoroughbred

with a farm animal

A King has no need for a farm animal

What would a King do with a stable full of farm animals?

Likewise, do not give a peasant a thoroughbred

He has neither the capacity nor the depth to appreciate true beauty

For a peasant knows only how to appreciate a farm animal

He cannot place a yoke on a thoroughbred to till his land

The thoroughbred can die under these hardened conditions

Be very careful with the thoroughbred

Place it in the wrong hands and it will wither and die

The peasant only deserves a farm animal

For that is the only thing he knows how to value.

My Heart

by the Anomaly

I have denied what I feel about you

Counting your flaws

Ignoring your virtues

To protect my heart

Whilst declaring loudly

that I always follow my heart

that I know what my heart wants

And it is not you,

I say to myself

Because you are not worthy of my heart

Nor even my thoughts.

I have even managed to convince myself

that I still love another

who is more worthy

But the truth is,

I realise now that

I have been denying my heart.

The truth is

when I stand next to you

my heart feels waves of pain

I am startled by that

But my heart does not lie

Only fear makes us deny what the heart feels

I tell my heart repeatedly

that you are not worthy

that there is another

more worthy

Another who would protect me

from your ignorant ways

Another who would not hurt me

like you do with your clumsy manner

Another who would treasure me

more than you are capable of

Who would protect me from

myself.

For my Beloved has revealed

that He will only bless my union

with the one

who loves me more

and not the one

whom I love more.

In that way, my Beloved

would have fulfilled His covenant to me

and I to Him

Understand, that I am only allowed

to be with those who are worthy

Understand, that I am not allowed

to throw pearls before a swine

So dear heart,

take heed of my plea

Be strong

Withstand the waves of pain

For the one you pine for

is not worthy of your love

He will hurt you

He will toss you about

with carelessness

if not cruelty

And this is forbidden

For you have made a covenant

to the Beloved.

Sufi Wisdom: Shaykh Abd Qadir Al Jilani

"The Prophet said "Gabriel once came to me and said: "The Lord of Truth has instructed me to tell you:'Pardon those who do you wrong. Maintain a connection with those who would cut you off. Give to those who deprive you. Reflect on the blessings of Allah, on His handiwork and His ways of managing His creation.

If you suffer unjust treatment, do not act unjustly. If you are praised, do not feel too pleased about it. If you are criticised, do not feel too depressed. If you are accused of telling lies, do not get angry. If you are betrayed, do not betray another."

Shaykh Qadir Al Jilani on the Sufis: "In your case, you belong to the group consisting of those who love Allah both through involuntary compulsion and through a process of free choice.

If only you would leave the company of the unbelievers and the hypocrites today, and stay away from them tomorrow. If only you would get up and walk away from meetings held by those who idolise their fellow creatures and material means, and who quarrel with the Lord of Truth. Do not meddle with the treasuries of worldly kings, and do not pry into their secrets.

If a person does not acknowledge his own worth, the decrees of destiny will teach him to acknoledge his own worth. To recognise your own worth is better than refusing to acknowledge you own worth, because an ignorant person is someone who knows neither his own worth nor the worth of other people."

"You must dedicate your hearts entirely to Him. You must turn to Him in humble entreaty, and beg Him to supply you with everything you need. You must apply to Him for all your urgent requirements. You have no other place to turn. You have no other door by which to enter. All other doors have been locked shut. You must spend time alone with Him in lonely places. You must talk to Him and speak to Him directly with the tongues of your faith.

As soon as the other members of your family have all gone to sleep, and the sounds and voices of your fellow creatures have fallen silent, you should cleanse yourself by performing the ritual ablution, then lower your forehead to the ground. While you are in humble posture, you should repent, beg pardon, confess your sins, implore your Lord to grant His gracious favour, and ask Him to supply your needs. You should also complain to Him about any problems that are causing a feeling of tightness in your breast. He is your Lord, not any other, and He is your god, not any other.

You must not run away on account of the arrows of His afflictions. He has treated all your predecessors in the same way, exposing them to pain and suffering, making them experience difficulty and hardship as well as ease and comfort, so that they might acknowledge Him and be grateful to Him, so that they might learn to be patient with Him and entrust themselves to His care.

Punishments are for common folk, while acts of atonement are for the truly devout believers, and spiritual degrees are for the righteous of true conviction, the triumphant champions of truth.

The Prophet has told us: "Of all people, we Prophets are the ones most sorely afflicted. Then those who resemble us most closely, and so on down the scale."

When the true believer is afflicted, he bears his affliction with patience. He keeps it well hidden from his fellow creatures and does not complain to them. This is why the Prophet has told us: "the believer wears his cheerfulness on his face, while his sadness stays inside his heart."

That is to say, he greets other people with a cheerful expression, so that they will not notice what is in his heart.

True believers hide the treasures of their inner beings. They act in accordance with the natural disposition of their hearts. Sadness is the natural disposition of our lower selves. Sadness is a cloud that showers the heart with drops of wisdom and secret knowledge. Why will you not be patient in bearing sadness and broken-heartedness, when Allah has said in one of His utterances: "I am with those whose hearts are broken on My account."

Whenever their hearts are broken because of remoteness [from Him], along comes the mender of nearness to mend them. Whenever they are alienated from their fellow creatures, along comes intimate friendship with Allah to put them at their ease. Whenever they become estranged from their fellow creatures, they discover intimate friendship in the nearness of Allah. Whenever their sadness lasts for a long time in this world, their happiness is of long duration in the hereafter.

The Prophet would often experience prolonged bouts of sadness, and he was always given to contemplation. He would seem to be listening carefully, as if to an invisible speaker who was talking to him, or to someone calling out to him from the unseen. His executors, his representatives, his deputies and his heirs are likewise notable for the long duration of their sadness and the constancy of their contemplation. How could they fail to follow the example he set by his actions, when they are standing in his stead, feeding people with his food and quenching their thirst with his drink, using his horses for transport, and wielding his swords and his spears in battle?

The people of the Lord have inherited the situation of the Prophets and their position in the scheme of things, though not their personal names and titles, nor the special attributes and peculiar virtues with which they never fall short. It may therefore happen that one of them begins to play his role at a very early age, while in the case of another, his true role does not become apparent until the latter part of his life. Transformations are brought about through the presence of such an individual, for he is the friend of Allah in the knowledge of Allah.

The Tomb of Shaykh Qadir Al Jilani

(which was hit by US bombings in Iraq)

Of the ignorant people, the Shaykh said:

"You do not recognise the true condition of the people of the Lord, and you do not acknowledge the truth of what they have to say. Your involvement with worldly creatures is an obstacle that prevents you from getting to know them. Your love of prestige in this world, and the ambitious pursuit of political leadership, these are obstacles that prevent you from getting to know them. If you had been genuinely interested in trying to find them, you would have recognised them by now, and you would have derived complete satisfaction from what they had to tell you. You do not spend any time in the company of people who put their knowledge into practice. You are not like those who drink what they have to offer, here in my presence, so you do not experience the effect of that kind of wine."

Maryam

- dedicated to the Mother of the Great Master

- by the Anomaly

O Maryam

the Beautiful

the Cherished

the Blessed

Mother of True Love

Mother of Unconditional Love

You are the only woman

Allah has bestowed His great Light

To you, Allah has dedicated an entire chapter of the Holy Koran

You are the only woman

Who knows Love as it truly is

The only one who has felt love

At its deepest, most wonderful,

Most painful depths

Allah has reserved for you

A most special place in His Heart

Glory to Maryam,

The Most Beloved

The One who gave

Her soul

Her life

Her love

Her Son

To Allah

As Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son to Allah

Who knows what pain

Maryam went through

To show her faith

Her love

For the Beloved

Who knows what hardship

Maryam endured

To show her love

Who knows her strength amidst

The rejection, the insults, the ridicule

thrown at her

hurled against her

Who knows how alone

She felt then

With only her faith to hold on to.

As alone as I feel now

Alone with the Alone

Only the great Sheikh Ibn Arabi will understand

what I am talking about

For he too, the Seal of the Saints,

Serves the Great Master.

Maryam,

The day you choose to share

Your love with us again

Is the beginning of the end

And life will reach a full circle

Dawn and sunset will become One

Daylight and nightfall will become One

Light and Darkness will become One

And we will all

Return to the One who loves us

For you

are the Mother

of Dawn and Sunset.

Dark Night of My Soul
- by the Anomaly

O dark night of my soul
In this silence
I face the darkest night
I see the face of
He whom all fear most
I submit to Him
I can resist no more
I can go no further

Seven years of light
Seven years of darkness
Seven years of pleasure
Seven years of pain
I can go forth no more

Seven years of being cherished
Seven years of being ignored, discarded like a worthless scrap of paper
Burn this scrap of paper
Burn me
I can go forth no more

I bow down and kiss your feet
I submit to you
Take my soul
For this body is weary, beaten, tormented
full of lacerations

Take my soul

Ready For Silence - Rumi

I am about to go off for some days of contemplation, days of much needed solitude, solace and silence. So I will leave you to contemplate on some of Rumi's beautiful verses.

Ready for Silence

The devotional moon looks into the heart and is in the heart.
When the heart has a Friend like you, the universe cannot contain their pleasure. Anyone warmed by the sun feels courage coming in.
If grief arrives, you enjoy it. Generosity: that's your hand in my pocket giving your wealth away. Yet you run from me like one raised in the wild. He comes this strange creature: me, in a hand-and-feet shape! The formless tries to satisfy us with forms!
A transparent nakedness wearing pure light says, Blessed are those who put on gold brocade!
You may not see him,
but Moses is alive,
in this town, and he still has his staff! And there's water and thirst,
wherever and however water goes, and the one who brings water.
The morning wind broke off a few branches in the garden.
No matter, when you feel love inside you, you hear the invitation to be cooked by God.
Its that creation the heart loves.
For three winter months the ground keeps quiet. But each piece of earth knows what'sinside waiting: beans, sugarcane, cypress, wildflowers.
Then the spring sun comes talking plants into the open.
Anyone who feels the point of prayer bends down like the first letter of pray.
Anyone who walks with his back to the sun is following his own shadow. Move into your own quietness. This word-search poem has found you, ready for silence.
Why God Said He Loved Moses

One day God said to Moses, "My chosen one I love you."
Moses asked "Bountiful One, tell me what in me is the cause of your love for me, so that I may make it grow."
God replied, "You are like a child in the presence of its mother. When she chastises the child it still wraps its arms about her and loves her. The child knows of no one in the world but her, and finds all sorrow and joy from her presence. If she should be angry with the child it still comes to her, for it never seeks any help from anywhere else.
You are like this child Moses, for your heart never turns from Me to anyone else."

Saladin

Heart sees the joy of early dawn, the breeze. What have you seen?

What have you not seen?

Sometimes, to plunge in a bewilderment ocean;

Sometimes to find the gray amber of whales deep in the mountain!

Hundreds of windows. Haze returns into the sea. My weeping eyes, wave by wave, mix with the ocean.

It becomes an eye. Both worlds, a single corn grain in front of a great rooster! One who wants, one who is wanted, the same. Who knows God? Someone through with La. No!

The broken lover knows about this.

Nobody in this robe but God.

Appear as you truly are.

Saladin, you are my soul, the eye that sees God.

The Lover's Passion

A lover knows only humility

He has no choice

He steals into your alley at night

He has no choice

He longs to kiss every lock of your hair

Don't fret

He has no choice

In his frenzied love for you

he longs to break the chains of his imprisionment

He has no choice.

Rumi, Rumi, Rumi ...Listen to Rumi

You ask me what I want from you
I ask you to listen to Rumi
I ask you to stop protecting your heart
It is not your heart I want
It is your soul
Your heart is the window to your soul
So how can I reach your soul
If you keep on shielding it
So listen to Rumi
My dear.
(the Anomaly 3 April 2007)

Rumi: Love's Excess
(Prose preface to Book II of the Masnavi)

Someone asked "What is love?"
"Be lost in me" I said
"You'll know love when that happens."
Love has no calculating in it.
That's why it is said to be a quality of God
And not of human beings.
God loves you is the only possible sentence.
The subject becomes the object so totally that it can't be turned around.
Who will the 'you' pronoun stand for if you say "You love God"?

Rumi: Two Ways of Running

A certain man had a jealous wife and a very appealing maidservant.
The wife was careful not to leave them alone, ever.
For six years they were never left in a room together.
But then, one day at the public bath the wife remembered she'd left her silver basin at home.
"Please, go get the basin," she told her maid. The girl jumped to the task knowing she would finally get to be alone with the master.

She ran joyfully. She flew. Desire took them both so quickly they didn't latch the door.
With great speed they joined. When bodies blend in copulation, spirits also merge.
Meanwhile, the wife back at the bathhouse is washing her hair.
"What have I done! I have set cotton wool on fire! I've put the ram in with the ewe!"
She washed the clay soap and ran, fixing her chador about her as she went.

The maid ran for love.
The wife ran out of jealousy and fear.
There is a great difference.
A mystic lover flies from moment to moment.
The fearful ascetic drags along month to month.
The length of a day for a lover may be fifty thousand years!
There's no way to understand this with your mind. You must burst open!
Love is a quality of God.
Fear is an attribute of those who think they serve God,
but actually they are preoccupied with penis and vagina.
Rule-keepers run on foot along the surface.
Lovers move like lightning and wind.
No contest.
Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will,
while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

The worried wife reaches the door and opens it.
The maid is disheveled, flushed, unable to speak.
The husband begins his five-times prayer. As though experimenting with clothes, he holds up some flaps and edges. She sees his testicles and penis so wet, semen still dribbling out, spurts of jism and vaginal juices of the maid.
The wife slaps him on the side of the head,
"Is this the way a man prays,
with his balls? Does your penis long for union like this?
Is that why her legs are so covered with this stuff?"

These are good questions.
People who repress desires
often turn, suddenly
into hypocrites.

Do You Know Who I Am?
by the Anomaly

I am a hidden treasure
sitting at the center of
my universe
In my own
space.

I am alone

With the Alone

Do you know who I am?

I see you peering into my space
I can feel your curiousity
You wish to enter into
the circumference of
my space
You wish to know me

But do you know who I am?

I observe you as you step into

my space

You hesitate as you enter

my garden

As you see the clear cool creek

flow in front of you

You are mesmerised.

You take off your shoes
And then your socks
Half in fear
Half in excitement
You dip your toe
ever so slightly
into the water.
The feeling sends shivers
up your spine,
You withdraw your toe
quickly
Half in fear
Half in excitement

You continue to stare at

the water.

Distracted by your wonderment

Distracted by your trepidation

Distracted from your initial goal

To come closer to me

To know me

Do you know who I am?

You linger at the creek

for a long time

Playing your game

Which amuses you so

Dipping your toes

in

And pulling them

out

As the thrill gets too much

for you to handle.

I watch you

As you play your game

Until finally,

you take a deep breath

And plunge

both feet into the cool water.

The sharp coolness of the water

pierces the core of your heart

As you suddenly remember

Why you entered my

garden.

You hastily leave the creek

And walk towards

My house

My abode

My sanctuary....

Halt! Do not move a single step

towards me.

Do you know who I am?

Do you think I will allow you

to invade my space so

recklessly?

Ah, but you persist

I see you peering through

the window

Hoping to catch

a glimpse of me.

But how can you see me?

When you do not know who I am.

You love how you feel

when you are in my garden

You venture forth to enter

my house

Surely, you think to yourself

If the garden is so wonderful

what would the inside of the house

be like?

Even more wonderful.

You peer hard through the window pane

Do you know that there are

70,000 veils of darkness and

70,000 veils of light

shielding me from your gaze?

Even if you could open my windows and

climb in

You would not have the energy

to part the veils of darkness

let alone the veils of light.

Do you know who I am?

But I will let you into a

secret

You may enter by the door

Why do you insist on breaking in

through the windows?

When you can enter by the

door.

But of course, there is a catch

The door is locked

The key is with me

I am the Key Master

As I am the Gate Keeper who let you into my garden

Do you know who I am?

I will let you in

If you can answer

my questions

and fulfil my requests.

Yes I will - I have allowed you to come

close enough to me

So I will give you

that chance.

Why do you seek me?

Is it by accident?

Did you stumble

upon my garden?

And blundered forth in ignorance?

Following the direction of your desires

without a care for mine.

And what is it you desire?

Me? Really?

Do you know who I am?

Are you seeking

my friendship?

Do you want me as your

companion

To comfort and soothe you in your life's journey?

If you say yes, that's what you seek,

Then let me ask you this -

Do you not already have

a companion

whom you have chosen

to comfort and soothe you

in your life's journey?

And now you wish to enter

my house

With these insincere thoughts and feelings

I cannot accept this

friendship you offer

I cannot accept

half measures

You only dare to do this

because you do not know who I am.

But wait, what are you telling me now?

Were you intoxicated

from drinking the nectar

of the flowers in my garden?

Is that why you stumbled forth

to my windows

my dear

Declaring drunkenly that

you are mine?

Intoxicated beyond reason

You would not utter such insincere words

If you really know who I am.

Know that

I am not your little plaything

for you to toy around

for your amusement

whenever you can

spare the time.

You have stepped into my

universe

Not I yours

So I will not

revolve

around your little world.

Didn't anyone warn you

not to enter

with insincere thoughts and insincere feelings?

Didn't anyone warn you

not to make insincere declarations?

Once you have stepped into my

universe.

Didn't anyone warn you

not to come close to

my abode

my inner sanctuary?

It is not safe to come too close.

The fire of my soul will burn you

The only thing that will save you

is if the fire of your love can match

the fire of my soul.

Looking at you, peering through the window

my dear

I cannot see this fire of your love

If it is there, then it is very dim

flickering ever so often

and easily snuffed out.

You will need a raging fire

to burn away these veils

my dear

Yet, if your fire is as strong as that,

there is no need for you to burn the veils

The door will be unlocked

by itself.

If I were not who I am

I would fling the door

open myself

and let you in.

But I am not allowed to do so

It is a covenant between

me & the Alone

I will be alone

locked up

in this sanctuary

until the person

who is willing to

leave his soul

at my door

unlocks it

with the burning fire of his love.

You

my dear

are incapable

of such loving

Because your soul

is not equipped to carry so much

love.

How

you ask me

do you achieve this?

You must empty your soul

of all other thoughts

and all other love

Then maybe

maybe

there is enough space

in there

to carry this raging

burning love.

Until then

my dear

Do not tell me

that you are mine

when I know

that you are not.

Keep these insincere thoughts

to yourself

I do not need false platitudes

to make me happy.

I will allow you

to continue playing in my

garden

since it amuses you so

But do not come near

my house again

Until you are capable

of sincere thoughts and feelings for

me.

Do you know who I am?

I do not accept

friendship

in half measures

And I cannot accept

love which is not

all consuming.

Let me tell you

Who I am

I am

the only one

you should love.