The world is not stuck
I am
The world is not sick
I am
My culture’s not lost
I am
Love is not wasted
I am
Death’s not an end
I am
Birth’s not a start
I am
You’re not alone
I am
I am who am
From Man to Human to Atman.
You have created all angels
to bow down and worship Your creation
through and in me;
You created me
to stand and worship You.
In the beginning is the Word …. In the end is the Word …. now is the Word ….
A worder knows how to work with letters,
Letters let matter happen;
matters expect words to happen.
A worder husbands words for Love,
They are his sheep.
The worder knows the double you order,
The transparency,
Knows the ebb and flow of light ….
When there is no worder working,
Words can empty, break and fail.
I am a worder …. I am in Hull ….
Come to Hull ….
A conversation in my taxi,
Simply pay as you go,
An hour or a day, whatever you say
Move your mountain,
Come to Hull
One, two or three at a time ….
While there is still time ….
Come ….
Or, for more formal treatment
A counsellor can be found
Online, or on Hull’s own ground,
DRT – Diction Resolution Therapy
What is the post-code of Hull?
HU ….
What is my post-code?
HU11 ….
(poem 161 by Rumi translated by AJ Arberry ISBN 0-226-73151-0)
Open the lead ….
…. Precious
…. predicates consciousness
Contacting
the process of becoming,
The delicious contrasting the atrocious,
And, from the one hundred and ten words –
Witnessing similarly, always and only
…. what you yourself, in conscience,
Have held as being consciously precious.
“What follows is not a poem in the Arabic, but part of a chapter from the Kitab al-Tajalliyat. However, since it was translated in the form of a poem by Henry Corbin in Creative Imagination in the Sufism of Ibn ‘Arabi, it has become deservedly famous.” (Ibn Arabi web site as linked below)
Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi wrote the above in the thirteenth century.
Postscript added 12/12/20 to show how this revelation of the ‘kun’, or the primordial ‘be’ is the only place that ‘behaviour’ can change – the place of the contemporary revelation that is the 12 Step Programme.
Salaam.
Standing alien
Even in an industrial park
Technology makes it’s mark –
A herded stallion,
Electric mare, night turning day.
Be a person who
Even in a darkening land
Revolving in both God’s hands –
Arms outstretched, wind of Hu,
Dispenses mercy, healing day.
Her refuse wagon ….
©AJDettman 2013
The words start slowly
The lubrication of my pen
Seeps and oozes from
The honeycombed cells
Of my union with Her
Letters dance in the
Hall of love’s splendour
The music of an orchestra
Of souls wraps magically
Around my heart
Publishers search for
The era’s giant standard
Here and now, I am who am
Again, deny me
Deny me, deny me
Rhythm, cadence, stanza
Building passion, sheer
Ejaculations of meaning
Catching the light of
Daring reflectivity
In the beginning
Was the Word
In the end, Their
Will be, the Word
There willed be, where tilled.
©AJDettman 13/12/13
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