Friday, 14 February 2014

Your Love

Your Love


You spoke to me in only words
My heart and mind would understand
I longed for a helping hand
The warmth the sea feels when embraced by the sand

But Your night has always embraced me quietly
The stars have guided me back to my home
Your trees breathe life into my small lungs
Every morning I am awoken by the light of Your sun

The faces I see
Each day I believe
Brings me closer to You
Through the words that I seek
Your Beloved Prophets
Peace be upon them
Helped spread Your message of love and peace

And as I close my eyes
I only see
A life without the ego in me
Your words bring me hope and I quote a few from thee
“….Whoever follows my guidance shall neither go astray or fall into distress or misery”

Surah Twenty verse One Hundred and Twenty Three.
20:123






“Those who believe and whose hearts find satisfaction in the remembrance of Allah: Verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest. (As for) those who believe and do good, a good final state shall be theirs and a beautiful place of (final) return.” (13:28-29)

Sunday, 9 February 2014

My Life

My Life

My life is governed by my emotions
Each moment filled with true devotion

The symmetry between love and pain
Coming together like waves in the ocean

Nights in Rome
The choir sings
The Colosseum bears
Blood and hymns

Constantinople the queen of cities
Brought memories of love and unity

But I sail alone now in this ship of mine
Against the winds of time
Towards the worlds end
If the world was flat I'd hit the end of the line
But it's not so I'll go right round again


Return to solace
Return to peace
Reset the compass
Return to the east

Dock the ship at the rising sun
Then dive into solitude
And seek The One.





















Saturday, 4 January 2014

Goodbye?

Goodbye?


This journey through distant lands and seas
Has lead me to believe that the love I seek
Can no longer be found in heart of the woman I once believed in

For years we tried
To find our ways
Through rebellious paths
Through fun and games
Yet the light that shines above us beckons for more
So we’ve approached the door
Of personal, spiritual, emotional growth
One soul is ready to go through
Whereas the other is stuck between the two

I wish I could wait
I wish I had patience
I wish I could take you with me to the other side
But the choice is yours
And only yours
To seek what is beyond this physical form.

But her eyes are closed. 
Her heart is sealed. 
Her lips are frozen 
And her hands are cold.
She runs through the gate on the other side boldly
To return to the world she 
Has known all along.

As I watch her leave 
Rain falls on my cheeks
A wipe with a sleeve 
Then I tear a leaf out 
Of this journal, grab a pen, 
Clear my mind and begin

And so I write:

This journey through distant lands and seas
Has lead me to believe that the love I seek
Can no longer be found in heart of the woman

 I once believed in.








Thursday, 2 January 2014

The Boat

The Boat


This boat sails
On the rivers of light
Leading towards our final destination
The wind in my sails
Carries me through laughter and joy
Sadness and pain
Beyond the physical plane
With much spiritual gain
And as the sun rises
Upon the dawn of a new day
I pull into half sail
And drift slowly to the bay
The flags are raised high
I've arrived home
The vessel shining in the sunlight
Following the compass of my heart all along.




Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Memories

Memories


For in my mind I see
A place beyond reality
The places that bring me great joy and happiness
The light of the sun
Always bringing a smile to my face
The warmth of friends
The comfort of love
Why is it that that certain place holds so many dear moments for me?

I look back at them with joy and thank the Lord for those memories.
But it’s because of those times that I am able to appreciate the present.
This current moment – filled with blessing and opportunity.
Filled with the same light and abundance as those joyous memories from the past

Inner peace it seems
Is not so far away after all.




Only You

Only You


I lost my self once
For this notion of love
I fell to its beauty
From the white clouds above
I gave into pleasure
I gave into pain
I lost myself once
But I got back up again

I found myself again 
I found freedom and light
I found peace and equality
And all things were right
I found You
But left myself behind
And thus I melt into you 
Like the clouds in the sky
When the rays of the sun shine upon them
Giving that heavenly glow
There is no longer I or me
Only You, my beloved Lord.



Wednesday, 18 December 2013

The Temple

The Temple


There are numbers I see that make me
Free beyond this physical being
For we are one
There is no me

The body is form
But the essence breathes
I return slowly
The source is beckoning

To You I belong
And where I am there You are
This journey is a quiet one
Diving deeper into the ether

The soul will live for eternity
The temple will soon crumble and decay
But the light that shines within its walls
Will glow bright now and forever more.

InshAllah. 




Friday, 22 November 2013

The Islamic Spiritual Path

The Two Dimensions of Islam


Islam is composed of two different dimensions.
The outer and the inner
The external and the internal
The form and the essence
The apparent and the spirit

Why is this important? Why do we need to know that there are these two different dimensions of Islam? What can it cost us if we fail to understand these two different dimensions?
One example of its importance can be found in the story of Iblis (Satan) – Iblis excelled in external practice. There is not a space in the world where he has not done sajdah. (Prostrated to God)  His physical Ibadah was untouchable. His core and fundamental mistake was that he had no internal development. He failed to serve the Lord internally.


Form does not constitute essence. This is the most critical mistake we make as Muslims nowadays.  Carrying out only the physical obligations does not constitute the spiritual state which is our ultimate goal.
External submitting means to adhere to Shariah; to pray, to fast and to do all of our normal obligations in order to carry out the external dimension of Islam.  How do we apply Islam internally in addition to the external dimension?


One critical mistake we often make is linking piety with the forms. If a Muslim is praying, wearing a hijab, growing a beard, dressing Islamically or reading the Quran – we equate these external forms with piety. The critical mistake we make is equating the essence with the form. And they are not often the same.

The reality of Islam is when it’s applied to both dimensions. Physically as well as spiritually. Externally as well as internally. The internal state is what is the most important. That is essential.  We can have the forms and in reality the forms are meant to give expression they’re meant to give form, they are meant to emerge from the inner state of Islam and to give us a way to communicate and express the internal dimension of Islam, but they cannot replace the internal dimension of Islam.


They cannot replace internal surrender.  One example being Salah (Prayer). The body goes through different motions when praying. The final point being a physical act of surrendering when the forehead is touching the ground.  But how do we feel inside?


Salah (Prayer) gains its power and meaning when the heart and soul is in a state of Islam. That is the perfection of the Islamic spiritual path and the perfection of Islam.
Over the last few decades Islam has become politicised due to the varying conflicts of the modern world whereas in history the spiritual path was always adhered to. Islam has lost its spirituality and therefore lost its soul.


What we've ended up with and few people are actually admitting it is the second age of ignorance. An age of total ignorance of what Islam truly is. We've lost the meaning and purpose of Islam. Even though we go through the forms and we talk about Islam, the results are very clear. Islam is not doing well on the superficial level in the world today and we see this horrible image portrayed of Islam and we have no one to blame but ourselves.


If MUSLIMS truly understood Islam and if we truly practised it in the way that it was meant to be practised we would have much better results.  Allah swt says “I do not change the condition of a people until they change it themselves”.


It is up to us to carry the true banner of Islam towards peace and enlightenment as it was meant to be carried. Muhammad (pbuh) said “there will come a day where nothing remains of Islam but its name.”
We are very likely in that day now. Where we talk about Islam and we hear about Islam but nobody understands the REALITY of Islam.


What is the reality of the Islamic spiritual path? Is it just a formal religion? Is it just this external code of conduct? Or is there something more to it? Is it an authentic path to enlightenment?  A real path to divine peace. To Human excellence. Is it a path to progress?  Are we as Muslims demonstrating that? This lack of understanding, this loss of understanding, now necessitates a second age of enlightenment, a second Islamic golden age and it’s on the horizon. I believe that we are beginning to wake up and we’re beginning to realise what Islam truly is, and we’re beginning to go back to its spiritual root, to its spiritual core and its essence. There is nothing more necessary now than a rediscovery of Islamic spirituality.

Let’s review what we have covered thus far. Islam is a gift, it is a divine gift from God.  And it was given to us for our benefit, you see Allah (swt) does not need anything from us, He doesn't need our worship, He doesn't need anything we can possibly offer or do, and He gave us Islam as a gift for US. And if we truly understand it and if we practice it properly, it begins to change every aspect of our lives, our spiritual lives as well as our practical lives. We can achieve a complete balanced experience of life through the Islamic spiritual path.








Adapted from the works of Brother Ihsan Torabi.
Full access to his works can be found here:http://www.islamicmeditation.com/main/
To see Brother Ihsan talk about this topic in detail himself please visit here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrAZQaYA3yw

May Allah bless his family and his loved ones for all his hard work and may we all wake up to an age of enlightenment.

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Hope

Hope


Through my art I hope to find
A place beyond this world of mine
The camera lens
The ink and pen
Will illustrate just
Who we are

The sweat that drips
Upon the steel
Bodies carved
For us to feel
Alive again
We burn like stars
A light in the dark
Between Venus and Mars


The Lost Diaries Part 5

Self Fulfilling Prophecy

It's a sad sad world that we’re living in
People around us consumed by their own sin
The strong eat the weak and the weak feed the strong
No wonder why all can’t get along

Brutal violence has poisoned our streets
And the drugs and guns and knives are there to feed 
This social image that the media believes in
And forcefully controls our minds to perceive 

Ourselves as gangsters
Ourselves as outcasts

And so the teachers too will point in the class
“You’ll be a lawyer, you’ll be a nun!”
“If you study hard boy you’ll be a rich business man”
“But you there lad, here take this gun”
“You’ll be the mistake that society learns to run from”

“And you there coloured boy, put down that book!”
“And pick up the trash and throw away your looks”
“For you will have no brain so put that in the bin too
And give up on school ‘cos I will give up on you”

And thus are born the children of the system
One with a degree
And the other with his fist on
The faces of our mothers and fathers in anger
For no one believed that he could do it so he gave up
And when the system lets you down
The streets will pick you up
The devil in your ear will give you want you want

A life of hatred and a life of crime
A life of fast money, drugs and grime
And before you know it you come across him
A man of the system now his soul lost within 

The city and his briefcase, his wallet and money
And you stare at his wealth 
He looks upon you funny
And doesn’t recognise you from the teachers class
Because he learned to step over you like broken glass

And so you pick up the shards that tore you apart
And put 1, 2 3 of them straight through his heart
For you yearned to be noticed and you yearned to shine
And now forever you will spend the rest of your time

In the darkest cells
The systems hell
To try and correct you to act real well

But if it weren’t for that self fulfilling prophecy
You could have held that brief case and smelt that money
But instead society turned its back on you
And the devil became your best friend too

So now it’s a sad sad world that you’re living in
Stuck in a hole, consumed by your sin
The strong eat the weak, but the weak poison the strong
No wonder why we all can’t get along.




The Lost Diaries Part 4

The Valley Of Pain


Through the valley of pain
My soul is in deep slumber
Yet my body writhes from the constant torture
Love
A disease
A mind crippling disease.
That causes the body to suffer without ease.
Hairs turn white.
Eyes turn dark.
Nights become sleepless.
The days fly by without knowing what to keep holding on to.



The Lost Diaries Part 3

Untitled


There are some matters that I need to get off my chest
In order to positively reinforce this stress
Without the blessings
The devil is taking the best of me
And riding me down the river of sin
Since adolescence 
Aint no second guessing
That these matters that are on my chest
Started in my chest
With feelings such as love
Then jealousy
But I digress
From the point at hand
And that is mentally and physically
I'm fading like the desert sand



The Lost Diaries Part 2

As I Lay Down My Head




As I lay down my head
I become lost in you
Become lost in this worship
I escape to my home
A moment of reality 
As I bow to my Lord
Hope that one day we can be 
Reunited for now
And forever more 





The Lost Diaries Part 1

Apocalypse



The lost diaries are a set of incomplete poems that are yet to be published. 
They are words in its raw form, inspiration taken from dreams or the notepad I keep by my bed to write a few words when I wake during the night. These are unedited and not worked with due to lack of time or dying inspiration.

The ground was shaking
The wind was roaring
Snow fell so heavy
On a cold winters night
Explosions explosions
The helicopters flew right by
The planes were shot right to the ground
The war was over by the afternoon
The sky torn in two
As the sun began to rise from the other side.



Thursday, 14 November 2013

Love Love Life

Keep your head up


Your presence is a present to the world.
You’re unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.

Don’t put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal, your prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don’t take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You’ll make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Douglas Pagels