The Overflowing of Divine Love
If love itself spoke I think it might say that:-
‘The soul and essence,
Of all Remembrance,
Is recalling who I am, after all,
There is nothing like it at all.’
But My shadow falling on
The human condition
is:
Like waking after sleeping,
Like living after dying,
Like marrying after courting,
Like a new born baby’s first bawl;
Like reality after fantasising,
Like relief after suffering,
Like peace after fighting,
Like coming home from a long journey;
Like order after chaos,
Like knowledge after ignorance,
Like health after sickness,
Like a swimmer emerging from the sea;
If love itself spoke I think it might say that:-
‘The soul and essence,
Of all Remembrance,
Is recalling who I am, after all,
There is nothing like it at all.’
But My shadow falling on
The human condition
is:
Like waking after sleeping,
Like living after dying,
Like marrying after courting,
Like a new born baby’s first bawl;
Like reality after fantasising,
Like relief after suffering,
Like peace after fighting,
Like coming home from a long journey;
Like order after chaos,
Like knowledge after ignorance,
Like health after sickness,
Like a swimmer emerging from the sea;
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Like food after a famine,
Like clarity after confusion,
Like pleasure after pain,
Like the new morning dawning;
Like finding after losing,
Like Mercy after repenting,
Like certainty after doubting,
Like a fish freshly landed on the shore;
Like security after danger,
Like passion after languor,
Like kindness after anger,
Like release from a narrow prison cell.
All the above and many, many, more,
But the closest to my heart for sure,
I will tell without wanting reparation,
Is that it is like union after separation.’
Like clarity after confusion,
Like pleasure after pain,
Like the new morning dawning;
Like finding after losing,
Like Mercy after repenting,
Like certainty after doubting,
Like a fish freshly landed on the shore;
Like security after danger,
Like passion after languor,
Like kindness after anger,
Like release from a narrow prison cell.
All the above and many, many, more,
But the closest to my heart for sure,
I will tell without wanting reparation,
Is that it is like union after separation.’
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One
It comes to this when all is said and done,
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
From His unity all emerged when He said ‘Kun’,
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
‘Be’ and we became, our existence begun.
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
But ‘become’ is a word with two parts, I see,
Though the first part of course is clearly, ‘Be’,
To it is attached the part that says ‘Come’.
That is to say, ‘Be! then back to Me come’.
We cannot refuse either part; it is not a demand,
Or a plea: written into every cell is this command.
So life is held between two fingers of the Divinity
And eighteen thousand worlds there Khawaja did see.
Thus it is our human destiny, to return to the One,
Who is One, who is One, Who is the Only One.
But between becoming and returning, this see;
A responsibility we have to our own humanity.
Every kindness and act of love or charity,
Made to the best of our human ability,
Makes us more truly human and alive,
And for this purity we must ever strive.
Thus when the command ‘Be’ becomes ‘Come’,
Our humanity can say, ‘gladly, I come, I come’.
And though from The One we may not hope to hear,
As the Prophets and Saints did, ‘I am pleased, draw near’.
We may hope for this, ‘If a friend of My friend
You really are, My forgiveness to you I send’.
It is not the prayer, or pilgrimage, or money given,
Nor fasting, it is that to be fully human we have striven.
It is our humanity that we bring back to the One,
And it comes to this when all is said and done.
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
One
It comes to this when all is said and done,
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
From His unity all emerged when He said ‘Kun’,
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
‘Be’ and we became, our existence begun.
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
But ‘become’ is a word with two parts, I see,
Though the first part of course is clearly, ‘Be’,
To it is attached the part that says ‘Come’.
That is to say, ‘Be! then back to Me come’.
We cannot refuse either part; it is not a demand,
Or a plea: written into every cell is this command.
So life is held between two fingers of the Divinity
And eighteen thousand worlds there Khawaja did see.
Thus it is our human destiny, to return to the One,
Who is One, who is One, Who is the Only One.
But between becoming and returning, this see;
A responsibility we have to our own humanity.
Every kindness and act of love or charity,
Made to the best of our human ability,
Makes us more truly human and alive,
And for this purity we must ever strive.
Thus when the command ‘Be’ becomes ‘Come’,
Our humanity can say, ‘gladly, I come, I come’.
And though from The One we may not hope to hear,
As the Prophets and Saints did, ‘I am pleased, draw near’.
We may hope for this, ‘If a friend of My friend
You really are, My forgiveness to you I send’.
It is not the prayer, or pilgrimage, or money given,
Nor fasting, it is that to be fully human we have striven.
It is our humanity that we bring back to the One,
And it comes to this when all is said and done.
He is One, He is One, He is the Only One.
One Day
These words and rhymes just come to me,
Like messengers of Love they appear to be.
I hope and pray the One who sends them to me,
Will one day give them to me personally.
These words and rhymes just come to me,
Like messengers of Love they appear to be.
I hope and pray the One who sends them to me,
Will one day give them to me personally.