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Ananda
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 Posted - Jun 14 2012 : 06:28:42 AM
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This beautiful Sheikh is from the sufi masters' lineage to which I belong to... He may not be very well known as Rumi or Al Hallaj but still he's very well known in north africa, the middle east and some parts of Europe... Especially to those who speak in French. Rene Guenon and Frithjof Schuon have both interacted with him as well and spoke very highly and in reverence of him. I love Sidi Ahmad Al-Alawi.
There is good material available on him in english:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahmad_al-Alawi
Light & Love,
Ananda |
Edited by - Ananda on Jun 15 2012 4:29:11 PM |
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Etherfish
USA
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Posted - Jun 14 2012 : 07:51:19 AM
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| Wow, he advocated those khalwa 40 day retreats. They were better men than me to do that! I don't have that kind of patience. |
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amoux
United Kingdom
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Posted - Jun 14 2012 : 08:34:28 AM
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What a beautiful, exquisitely peaceful face in the old photograph  |
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 14 2012 : 12:18:47 PM
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| Dear ether, after meeting with such a master and u c a being like that in person and experience truth in his presence you would go into it without thinking much and do it with joy. I am kind of practicing suffi zikr 24\7 nowadays and i have my sheikh belgacem and brother yassine as a muse to thank for that. Never mention their continual support in their etheric bodies ;-) |
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Ananda
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Posted - Jun 14 2012 : 12:19:33 PM
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| Thank u for ur input dear amoux |
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 15 2012 : 02:16:37 AM
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Dear Ether, while praying a little while ago it came to my mind what you said about khalwa and I remembered the words of my sheikh... All the world is our khalwa... No need to go and sit in a cave... One can live Godly and be at the feet of the lord here in the midst of it all...
Love,
Ananda |
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Etherfish
USA
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Posted - Jun 15 2012 : 07:42:55 AM
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| Then I am the same and not missing anything. |
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 15 2012 : 12:14:00 PM
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Ananda
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 27 2012 : 06:17:47 AM
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Poems by the sheikh:
Layla
Full near I came unto where dwelleth
Layla, when I heard her call.
That voice, would I might ever hear it!
She favored me, and drew me to her,
Took me in, into her precinct,
With discourse intimate addressed me.
She sat me by her, then came closer,
Raised the cloak that hid her from me,
Made me marvel to distraction,
Bewildered me with all her beauty.
She took me and amazed me,
And hid me in her inmost self,
Until I thought that she was I,
And my life she took as ransom.
She changed me and transfigured me,
And marked me with her special sign,
Pressed me to her, put me from her,
Named me as she is named.
Having slain and crumbled me,
She steeped the fragments in her blood.
Then, after my death, she raised me:
My star shines in her firmament.
Where is my life, and where my body,
Where my willful soul? From her
The truth of these shone out to me
Secrets that had been hidden from me.
Mine eyes have never seen but her:
To naught else can they testify.
All meanings in her are comprised.
Glory be to her Creator!
Thou that beauty wouldst describe,
Here is something of her brightness
Take it from me. It is my art.
Think it not idle vanity.
My Heart lied not when it divulged
The secret of my meeting her.
If nearness unto her effaceth,
I still subsist in her substance. |
Edited by - Ananda on Jun 27 2012 06:20:23 AM |
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 27 2012 : 06:42:02 AM
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The Intellect
The Sun’s Light shineth in the Moon of the dark.
I am of its branches, and it is my Root.
Our intelligences are made drunk with the wine of love,
As though we were mad, yet mad we are not.
Thou seest us amongst men, but we are not as thou seest,
For our Spirits shine clear above the highest heights.
Ours is an intelligence, as flawless jewel,
Exquisite in beauty; it perceiveth naught but God.
This is the bond which bindeth, be it but glimmering.
Folk, ye are welcome, the elect of your Lord,
The works of His Art, made perfect for Himself.
You hath He privileged by lifting the veil
From the Light of His Face. What gratitude can give thanks
For the Infinite? Yet give what gratitude ye may
Unto Him who hath vouchsafed what transcendeth all price.
Exult then upon the Throne and upon the soil of earth,
For ye, none but ye, are the slaves of God.
In you bodies that were bone-dust have life
For ye are of God’s Spirit that entered into Adam,
Breath that Gabriel breathed into Mary.
Dance then in ecstasy and pride and joy,
And trail ye the robes of the glory that is your due. |
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 27 2012 : 06:44:31 AM
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The Path
Will the seeker of God be content to be far?
Nay, for he needeth no less than Union.
The true seeker hath a sign on his face,
A light shineth gleaming upon his forehead.
Ever near is he, courteous, reverential,
Resolute, forbearing before censure, true friend
Honouring. His purpose all purposes transcendeth:
Naught can prevent him, the steep he seeth as level.
He hath no aim aside from his mark.
Longing for family diverteth him not, nor blame.
Fair his description, he needeth no other
But this, most excellent, that he seeketh the Truth.
Whoso is Its seeker, he maketh his quest
Sole object of his eyes. Then strippeth he his soul
Of all faults he can detect, and when stripped, robeth it
In their opposites. God’s slave at each time and place,
His bounden debt of worship fulfilling,
He addeth theereunto of his own free will,
Until the truth is his Hearing, Sight,
Tongue and Utterance, and Hands and Feet.
He dieth before his death to live in his Lord,
Since after this death is the supreme migration.
He calleth himself to account ere he be called,
He herein most fitted to act for the Truth.
The Truth’s Being he seeth before his own,
And after it, and wheresoever he turn.
Alone God was, and with Him naught else.
He is now as He was, lastly as firstly,
Essentially One, with naught beside Himself,
Inwardly Hidden, Outwardly Manifest,
Without beginning, without end. Whate’er thou seest,
Seest thou His Being. Absolute Oneness
No ‘but’ hath and no ‘except’. How should God Essence
Be confined with a veil? No veil there but His Light. |
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Ananda
3115 Posts |
Posted - Jun 27 2012 : 06:47:49 AM
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The Master
If a summoner call unto guidance, alluding
To his attainment of the Truth, and the Supreme Station,
Of remissness beware, and examine well his words.
Question him of Union; see if he reflect It.
If he say It be far, ’tis because he is far,
But if he say It be near, count him most worthy.
He will make plain to thee the path unto the Truth
Whereby thou mayest seek the face of God.
He will take thee at once, even at thy first meeting,
And set thy foot on its way unto the Lord.
Keep in thy mind’s eye the Name’s letters
Through his grace thou wilt come to see them shine
Clear on the horizons, though they shine but in thy Heart,
And when the Name is thine, all forgetfulness will vanish.
Magnify then the Letters to as large as thou canst;
Trace them on all things, both high and low.
Through keeping the Name in thine eye, thou wilt rise
By Its Light to where the worlds vanish into nothingness.
But at the Shaikh’s order, not at thine, do they vanish.
He is the Finger with which God pointeth.
Trust him then to take thee out of the cramp of prisons
To Freedom, to the First, who all beginnings doth precede,
And thou seest the whole world nothing in His Essence,
Less than nothing in the Infinity of the Lord.
When the Infinite doth appear thereat thou vanishest,
For ‘thou’ hast never been, from first until last.
Thou seest not who thou art, for thou art, yet art not ‘thou’.
Thou endurest, yet not as thyself; no strength is there but God’s.
After thine extinction to Eternity thou wilt rise,
Endlessly in Eternity of Eternity art affirmed,
Crown of all Altitude; for is it not Face
To Face with the Truth that our riders dismount? |
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Ananda
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Posted - Jun 27 2012 : 06:49:09 AM
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The Cup
Sweet is the Folk’s drink. I tell of its flavour,
And I mean not wine nor mean I honey,
But an Ancient Draught beyond my power to describe,
For words ever fail Beauty’s describer.
Its cup is like it, can also be drunk,
Sufficient unto itself, and needing naught else.
I marvel at this cup that itself quencheth thirst,
And of itself goeth the round, from lover unto lover.
Of its qualities is magic that is graven round its rim:
To gaze on this seal is to be emptied of all strength.
Wondrous that I have not uttered its secret.
Other than me, drinking it, would neither fast nor pray.
If the prayer-leader beheld its beauty’s light
He would bow down to it rather than towards Mecca.
If the learned in mid lesson scented its perfume
They would cease teaching on the instant without delay.
If the pilgrim is full course between Safa and Marwah
Sighted its splendour he would stop, nor go round
The Ancient House, nor kiss the Black Stone.
Nay, the rim of this cup demandeth to be kissed
Where each one seeth, in his mirrored self,
The meaning of his quest. How shall he be restrained
Who thought himself vile and is become full of hounour?
He must needs break all bounds in exultation and joy.
This an ancient wine, most rare to drink;
It inciteth to no harm; fear no bemusedness.
In it is no heat, nor any cold,
Nor cloudeth it the wits, causing them to falter.
Subtle it is, elusive, beyond my powers to describe,
For words ever fail Beauty’s describer. |
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LittleTurtle
USA
342 Posts |
Posted - Jun 27 2012 : 2:22:24 PM
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| Really enjoying this |
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