Poem in the First Person
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The song, Nahnu fee Rawdati, from the Diwan of Shaykh ibn al-Habib, raheemahullah, sung at a conference in Chicago in the year 2000. This is followed by the poem written the night before, and dedicated to Abd al-Hakim Murad, also a speaker then, here read but incompletely video’d.
for Abd al-Hakim Murad
Shy hemlocks brash Niagaras
natural things embraced with such articulate
consciousness
we walk by streams hearing their gurgle as they
repeat the Creator’s Name over and over
cranes fly by in their rhapsodic formations
geese honking glory among the cloudless
molecules of the sky each molecule a
communications center where God’s manifest
decrees are sent from one noisy
interior to another
light rays zigzagging everywhere charting their
lateral and diagonal alchemical formulas
transforming uniform darkness into distinct
shades of the rainbow outlined by incantatory lights
a dervish divesting himself of his own plaintive shadows
as he walks down the road noticing even the lowliest
pebbles are hushedly singing not only to each
other but to the bare soles of his feet
each glance is a mouth each glance is an ear
emitting and taking in the most articulate designations
leading back by elegant grammar of each manifest thing
to the Unmanifest Source Who has spoken
each thing into being
flame tips with scarlet lips that
glow in the dark as they speak
windows that gaze onto landscapes of boundless joy
hills that actually sing as they frolic valleys that stretch out on their
quivering backs greening themselves and humming in the solemnly
throbbing sun
God One the Universe One in the
wise mathematics of this singular song
9/30/2000 (from Shaking the Quicksilver Pool)
Categories: Poems, The Prophet Muhammad (salallahu alayhi wa sallam), Spiritual Teachers, Love