Points of Arrival

Sufic Haqqu

(c) 2005-2006 by

Hamza Peter Weismiller

Water tastes different From every source, but the thirst Is always the same
	What could lie within The scope of the mystic yet Beyond the human?
Give me five minutes Of sensing You keenly as A dog sniffs clear air
	Beloved, once I Get past posing as lover, Help me live our Love
Sought my reflection In a thousand faces, but It was Yours I found
Worms build soil for a World of beauty they can't see - What world do we build?
	Bad odors, but still Dredge the harbor so Allah's Vessel can pull in
A fish used to a Murky pond shudders when it Reaches a clear pool
	At either side of This unforked path, desire and Forgetting beckon
Striving in Moscow, I forget my gold reserves In Siberia
If  you draw sorrow From your old well, consider Drilling one deeper
	An oyster seeking Pearls of wisdom has no need To look for sandbars
Immanence: subtle, Secret as minerals, and Delicate as flame
Knife knows only to Cut, not its long sleep as ore Nor rust's slow embrace
	Always easiest To look at myself in the Mirror I've fogged up
Two banquets, same hour: May I understand just how To attend them both
	Enjoy the garden, Even if you wish the birds Behaved differently
Drink down yesterday's Tears from your wineglass, and then Bring it to the Feast
	Jemal and Jelal: Each an empty cup meant to Hold the other's wine
A bed and adab Fulfill their purpose only When horizontal
	Give generously From your well, or prepare to Defend your desert
May unlearning be The loyal vizier who checks My royal I-ness May learning be the Royal road that leads me to My hidden Thy-ness
	Allah pumps my heart, Allah breathes me; I only Take all the credit
Ocean thinks it's the Sands that separate it from All of the heavens
	Beautiful tasbih: Pray humbly; humble tasbih: Pray beautifully
	Prayer: I cast a Touchstone into the pond, and Ripples reach the sea
Better a speck on Allah's robe than a flower On Shaitan's lapel
	Wanting to forgive The unforgivable, I First forgive myself
Abundance of self To abundance of heart: the Greater Conversion
	My loneliness, your Loneliness: the shunned mirror That shows us Allah
Allah is always Generous in giving us Training for sainthood
	If you want to stay Stuck, search for a mirror that Shows only beauty
May my ahlak be Better than my unwashed thoughts Wearing cleaner clothes
	The nefes emits: In good adab, please neglect To hear or smell it
JUDGEMENTS Judgements: a small price To pay for a movie that I'll regret seeing Judgement promises Openings, but restricts me To what I can see Judging, I take on Allah's work, thus becoming Only too human When I find someone Guilty in my court, Allah Dismisses the case
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	Best not to pray like A thief knocking on the door Of an empty house
Enlightenment: I Can smell its roses blooming Just beyond that wall
	Developing your Understanding of wine won't Help you to drink it
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Music: a loving Anointing of the silence That surely will come
	Between candle and Flame, the wick; between body And Allah, the nafs
Self-effacement, when Not used as an antidote, Can be a poison
	Stitch your patchwork robe With the black needle of haq, The red thread of ashk
	Just as we smile with The child drumming out of time, Angels smile with us
Flowers don't adjust Their scent to each visitor: A perfect ahlak
	Each moth approaches The candle with its own dream, Its own intentions
Best not to assume Allah's water flows only From the taps you know
	Muhasebe: I Invite demons and angels To sit down to tea
	MURSHID When I try to show You my discernment, I show Us my unknowing; When I try to show My commitment, I display My limitations. May I seek to show You nothing, so that we may See all things revealed

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