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Jun 30 2024

al-Shushtari – The night’s journey

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The night’s journey
by Abu al-Hasan al-Shushtari

English version by Stephen Hirtenstein

You who look in the mirror.
      Do you see whom you see there?
Is the looker someone other than you,
      or a reflection of your fantasy?
Turn your glance toward the glance itself,
      for it holds wisdom concealed from the others.
When day breaks, may people
      praise the night’s journey.


/ Image by Rishab Dharmani /

I am just beginning to discover and explore the poetry of al-Shushtari. He is a fascinating poet and mystic who, like ibn Arabi, was from Andalusia, that is, Spain when it was under Muslim rule. He was a Sufi who taught a radically unified vision of reality in which only God exists. Everything one might perceive, every person, every place, even finally oneself, is really just a passing phenomenon within the single reality that is God. We might say his poetry and teachings were a sort of non-dualism that can be compared in some ways to other non-dualist traditions, such as Advaita in India.

In fact, these lines sound like statements that could have been made by the famous 20th century Hindu Advaita teacher, Ramana Maharshi.

You who look in the mirror.
      Do you see whom you see there?
Is the looker someone other than you,
      or a reflection of your fantasy?

I think the real power of this short selection is in the lines:

Turn your glance toward the glance itself,
      for it holds wisdom concealed from the others.

At first it sounds like a riddle that can’t be solved, almost a Zen koan (another non-dualist tradition). How can you “turn your glance toward the glance itself”?

Let’s back up for a moment and contemplate the image al-Shushtari has given us. We are looking in a mirror gazing at the face — our own face — reflected back at us. But is it our face? Reach out to touch your face and your fingers hit hard glass. It is a reflection, after all, a play of light on a reflective surface. It is not actually our face, but an image that represents our face. So is it really our face or a “fantasy,” a semblance? When we finally see through the illusion and recognize that the reflection is not actually our face we have to then accept that we have never seen our own face, and we never will.

The more deeply we work with this fundamental psychic dilemma, our certainty about who or what we are begins to slip. We cannot see ourselves, but– we can see ourselves seeing. We think of ourselves as this eye perceiving the world, this face fronting the world, this body interacting with the world. What if, instead, we are life moving through this body? What if we are this magical act of seeing happening through the eye? When we stop looking at the face in the mirror, saying, “That is me,” and begin to notice the one looking through us our identity radically shifts and we come to know ourselves for the first time. We open to reality in was previously unimaginable and see everything as a living, glowing, blissful interconnectedness. And only That is real. The pretense drops and everything “else” is seen as a play of appearance within that light — like a face reflected in the mirror.

When day breaks, may people
      praise the night’s journey.

Have a beautiful day!

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There is not a lot of information available in English about al-Shushtari right now. You can probably find the book Songs of Love and Devotion, by Lourdes Maria Alvarez. There is also a very good video about al-Shushtari on Filip Holm’s YouTube channel Let’s Talk Religion: https://youtu.be/Te-ohX1qfHs?si=QNClire3DaPJlZ_a. I highly recommend his channel for a broad exploration of religious and mystical thought from various cultures.


Recommended Books: Abu al-Hasan al- Shushtari

Abu al’Hasan al-Shushtari: Songs of Love and Devotion


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Jun 30 2024

Not suppression

Not suppression.
Not separation.
Integration.

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Jun 21 2024

e. e. cummings – i thank You God for most this amazing

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i thank You God for most this amazing
by e. e. cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

— from E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962, by e. e. cummings


/ Image by Shahram Sharif /

It is the summer solstice. A gorgeous morning here in Oregon, a day that inspires me to step outside and feel utter gratitude for simply being…

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

I first read this more than thirty years ago, and I still get shivers reading those opening lines.

The delightfully anarchic poetry of e. e. cummings is more than poetic art, there is something of the mystic experience in it, as well. This poem is a good example.

The two parenthetical verses hint that he is describing much more than simply the natural joy of a beautiful day. There is something truly magical going on here…

He uses Biblical, ecstatic phrasing when he proclaims “(now the ears of my ears are awake and / now the eyes of my eyes are opened).” He isn’t just saying this, he seems to shout it out to the “great happening illimitably earth.” This is seeing the inner nature of things, as they are in their true essence. This is not just seeing; he is seeing, not with the eyes, but with the “eyes of my eyes.” Perceiving in this way, we invite the natural world in, as if we are ingesting it, integrating it into ourselves. Every experience becomes vivifying nutrition for the soul.

In this new awareness, we perceive not only the living day all around us, we also recognize ourselves for the first time. It is a radical awakening, a new life, a birth of Self —

i who have died and am alive again today.

Have an amazing day!


Recommended Books: e. e. cummings

E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962 73 Poems 1 x 1 [One Times One] 50 Poems 95 Poems
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Jun 21 2024

gratitude

When we don’t practice gratitude,
the world around us seems alien and unwelcoming,
and we shut down in self-protection.

Gratitude opens us to reality.

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Jun 14 2024

Tukaram – Smaller than the smallest mote

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Smaller than the smallest mote
by Tukaram

English version by Ivan M. Granger

Smaller than the smallest mote,
All embracing as the heavens,
I finally see the world as it is —
All appearance but a dream.
Realizing the true nature of things,
I drop my mask like a snake shedding its skin.
I leave the three-fold nature of things behind me,
as I pass beyond them.
Miraculously, this dull clay has been shaped, formed into a lamp
      and begins to shine!
Filled with that radiance, I Tuka
Live to light the world.


/ Image by Alejandro /

I am rebounding from the oral surgery, but it went well. I already notice the difference of no longer carrying the hidden weight of a dental infection in the body. That endless dance of balance with the body and the light that shines through it…

I like this short abhang by the great Vishnu devotee, Tukaram.

I finally see the world as it is —
All appearance but a dream.

The experience of sudden opening is very much like waking up. We thought we saw clearly within our dream, but then we surprise ourselves by actually opening our eyes.

It is as if we have been drifting through life in a dream state and just not known it. Nothing around us has changed, but we finally, truly see things as they are. The dream-like barrier of mental filters and projections that has stifled our perception for so long falls away like a heavy blanket. We blink, look around, and are surprised to realize we’ve been in a sort of half-seeing trance all our life… and now we are awake.

Realizing the true nature of things,
I drop my mask like a snake shedding its skin.

Not only do we see the world through a filter upon the awareness, we also raise this same veil across our own faces. We mask ourselves — from ourselves, from others, most of all, from the Divine. We hide ourselves and become aliens within our own being.

Real spiritual opening occurs when we become honest and humble with ourselves (“smaller than the smallest mote”), when we drop our games and evasions, when we allow ourselves to be naked. That is when we truly come to know ourselves. The reality is more stunning than we imagined: In that supreme humility, we discover that we are immense, boundaryless beings. We finally see that we are “all embracing as the heavens.”

Miraculously, this dull clay has been shaped, formed into a lamp
      and begins to shine!

Alive to this new, ageless sense of self, one is bathed in light, filled with light. Light pours through you. Somehow, miraculously, this dense body has been refashioned into a vessel through which that light shines.

Filled with that radiance, I Tuka
Live to light the world.


Recommended Books: Tukaram

Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West Says Tuka: Selected Poetry of Tukaram Wild Poets of Ecstasy: An Anthology of Ecstatic Verse
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Jun 14 2024

The final key

The final key
to the final door
is finally found within yourself.
This is the rule.

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