The purpose of this song is to be placed in a file. It has to be -- to be sound. The contents of this song have been made unavailable. Words find their way into its cipher, & leave as names -- no men. To be sound as names, they may be questioned & remembered again.
I speak not of any -glish, but a Day. A day in which the names among you shall gather, like an itch upon your throats. All clots & glots a-sing.
I speak of an Eng. Pardon, an End; time's rhyme with the Begin--
I speak of Angels, men, & the unbecoming way they, who speak solely in names, address us, the purposed nothing.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Mawqif of My Moment’s Come
He stopped me & said: “if you don’t see me, you’re not with me.”
“If you see other than me, you don’t see me.”
“My signal blots the substance of a thing’s substance out; it confirms the thing to be from Him, & not in itself.”
“In you lies that which isn’t changed and doesn’t change.”
“Silence the silent in you, for me; speak the spoken, necessarily.”
“The result of my gaze is found in all things. You transform it, if you address it with your tongue.”
“Set my memory behind your back, or you’ll go back to other than me; there lies no barrier between you & me.”
“My moment’s come; the time for me to bare my face & show my splendor; to join my light with courtyards & what remains behind them; to bend the eyes and hearts towards me. You'll see my rivals love me, & my closest rule; I'll raise thrones for them. I'll release fire, so it won't return; I'll fix my ruined houses, so they’re adorned with true adornment. You'll see my lot surpass all others. I'll gather humankind in joy, so they’re no longer split or shamed. Bring out my Treasure & realize what I’ve made you of my word, my providence, & my height’s nearness. I shall emerge, & the stars will gather 'round me; I’ll bring sun & moon together; I’ll enter every house & when they wish me peace, I’ll wish peace unto them. All of this is from my will, & on my watch, the hour strikes. I am Great & Merciful.”
al Niffari
موقف قد جاء وقتي
أوقفني وقال إن لم ترني لم تكن بي.
وقال لي أن رأيت غيري لم ترني.
وقال لي أشارتي في الشيء تمحو معنى المعنى فيه وتثبته منه لا به.
وقال لي فيك ما لا ينصرف ولا يصرف.
وقال لي أصمت لي الصامت منك ينطق الناطق ضرورة.
وقال لي أثر نظري في كل شيء فأن خاطبته على لسانك قلبته.
وقال لي أجعل ذكري وراء ظهرك وإلا رجعت إلى سواي لا حائل بينك وبينه.
وقال لي قد جاء وقتي وأن لي أن أكشف عن وجهي وأظهر سبحاتي ويتصل نوري بالأفنية وما وراءها وتطلع على العيون والقلوب، وترى عدوي يحبني وترى أوليائي يحكمون، فأرفع لهم العروش ويرسلون النار قلا ترجع، وأعمر بيوت الخراب وتتزين بالزينة الحق، وترى فسطي كيف ينفى ما سواه، وأجمع الناس على اليسر فلا يفترقون ولا يذلون، فأستخرج كنزي وتحقق ما أحققتك به من خبري وعدتي وقرب طلوعي، فأني سوف أطلع وتجتمع حولي النجوم، وأجمع بين الشمس والقمر، وأدخل في كل بيت ويسلمون علي وأسلم عليهم، بذلك بأن لي المشيئة وبأذني تقوم الساعة، وأنا العزيز الرحيم.
“If you see other than me, you don’t see me.”
“My signal blots the substance of a thing’s substance out; it confirms the thing to be from Him, & not in itself.”
“In you lies that which isn’t changed and doesn’t change.”
“Silence the silent in you, for me; speak the spoken, necessarily.”
“The result of my gaze is found in all things. You transform it, if you address it with your tongue.”
“Set my memory behind your back, or you’ll go back to other than me; there lies no barrier between you & me.”
“My moment’s come; the time for me to bare my face & show my splendor; to join my light with courtyards & what remains behind them; to bend the eyes and hearts towards me. You'll see my rivals love me, & my closest rule; I'll raise thrones for them. I'll release fire, so it won't return; I'll fix my ruined houses, so they’re adorned with true adornment. You'll see my lot surpass all others. I'll gather humankind in joy, so they’re no longer split or shamed. Bring out my Treasure & realize what I’ve made you of my word, my providence, & my height’s nearness. I shall emerge, & the stars will gather 'round me; I’ll bring sun & moon together; I’ll enter every house & when they wish me peace, I’ll wish peace unto them. All of this is from my will, & on my watch, the hour strikes. I am Great & Merciful.”
al Niffari
***
موقف قد جاء وقتي
أوقفني وقال إن لم ترني لم تكن بي.
وقال لي أن رأيت غيري لم ترني.
وقال لي أشارتي في الشيء تمحو معنى المعنى فيه وتثبته منه لا به.
وقال لي فيك ما لا ينصرف ولا يصرف.
وقال لي أصمت لي الصامت منك ينطق الناطق ضرورة.
وقال لي أثر نظري في كل شيء فأن خاطبته على لسانك قلبته.
وقال لي أجعل ذكري وراء ظهرك وإلا رجعت إلى سواي لا حائل بينك وبينه.
وقال لي قد جاء وقتي وأن لي أن أكشف عن وجهي وأظهر سبحاتي ويتصل نوري بالأفنية وما وراءها وتطلع على العيون والقلوب، وترى عدوي يحبني وترى أوليائي يحكمون، فأرفع لهم العروش ويرسلون النار قلا ترجع، وأعمر بيوت الخراب وتتزين بالزينة الحق، وترى فسطي كيف ينفى ما سواه، وأجمع الناس على اليسر فلا يفترقون ولا يذلون، فأستخرج كنزي وتحقق ما أحققتك به من خبري وعدتي وقرب طلوعي، فأني سوف أطلع وتجتمع حولي النجوم، وأجمع بين الشمس والقمر، وأدخل في كل بيت ويسلمون علي وأسلم عليهم، بذلك بأن لي المشيئة وبأذني تقوم الساعة، وأنا العزيز الرحيم.
Monday, September 05, 2011
The story shouldn't be recounted.
In the Qur’an, he’s not given a name – this teacher who allegedly schooled Musa in Patience is simply He Who Dwells Where the Fish Disappears and Waters Meet; a nowhere of intersections & circumstances. Elsewhere, he’s called Al-Khidr, the Green, as if his appearance flashed no longer than the time requisite to observe a single attribute, or as if this greenness swallowed the whole of his appearance. Does such color gain its total appearance from Divine Purity; once touched down upon the Earth, does it just as easily swallow the background with the foreground?
This Green exhibits all the attributes of a stern father or an unsatisfiable teacher – one who asks for unwavering obedience from his student, even while encouraging recklessness. When Musa meets him, Al Khidr already expects impatience from his pupil. He warns him against behaving in the way that’s already been attributed to him. Thus Musa dwells at another intersection – between what he knows and what he’s capable of. The two begin a shadowplay of education, with Musa lagging irrecoverably behind at the start of each practice (each lesson more unexpected than the next). Our Musa’s forced between possession and imitation, and the Khidr between teacher of an unteachable knowledge & the time by which that knowledge comes to reveal itself.
Where the waters meet, he murders me,
this is the first lesson, recorded & to be read again,
We’ve given you lungs unable
to sing, now give us grammar.
We’ve given you violence that you may part
water, now give us sequence.
I left my book behind. Now I am an idiot.
My pen exploded with my name. Now I am a violent man.
In the Qur’an, he’s not given a name – this teacher who allegedly schooled Musa in Patience is simply He Who Dwells Where the Fish Disappears and Waters Meet; a nowhere of intersections & circumstances. Elsewhere, he’s called Al-Khidr, the Green, as if his appearance flashed no longer than the time requisite to observe a single attribute, or as if this greenness swallowed the whole of his appearance. Does such color gain its total appearance from Divine Purity; once touched down upon the Earth, does it just as easily swallow the background with the foreground?
This Green exhibits all the attributes of a stern father or an unsatisfiable teacher – one who asks for unwavering obedience from his student, even while encouraging recklessness. When Musa meets him, Al Khidr already expects impatience from his pupil. He warns him against behaving in the way that’s already been attributed to him. Thus Musa dwells at another intersection – between what he knows and what he’s capable of. The two begin a shadowplay of education, with Musa lagging irrecoverably behind at the start of each practice (each lesson more unexpected than the next). Our Musa’s forced between possession and imitation, and the Khidr between teacher of an unteachable knowledge & the time by which that knowledge comes to reveal itself.
Where the waters meet, he murders me,
this is the first lesson, recorded & to be read again,
We’ve given you lungs unable
to sing, now give us grammar.
We’ve given you violence that you may part
water, now give us sequence.
I left my book behind. Now I am an idiot.
My pen exploded with my name. Now I am a violent man.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Mawqif of Do Not Blink
He stopped me & said:
“I manifested everything, then warded off from it, & warded off, by it, from Me."
“When you behold Me establishing everything, I’ve allowed you to meet Me."
“Everything contains a mark, by which it’s part & which it's parted by."
“If you dwell with the establisher, the established won’t stand equal to you."
“When you see an end to Me, the traverse is voided."
“There's no end to Me, until you see Me behind everything."
“My establishment effaces naught; through it or Me. Truly, I’m the arbiter of the knowledge I founded."
“Behold Me & do not blink; that’s the first part of your war for Me."
“Raise your concern on fear; I’ll establish it through attention. Don’t raise it on hope; I’ll raze it when the work’s done."
“When I drive you from names, I announce you My authority.”
al Niffari
***
موقف لا تطرف
أوقفني وقال لي أظهرت كل شيء وأدرأت عنه وأدرأت به عني.
وقال لي إذا نظرت إلي أثبت كل شيء فقد آذنتك بمواصلتي.
وقال لي كل له علامة ينقسم بها وتنقسم به.
وقال لي كن بالمثبت لا يقوم لك الثبت.
وقال لي إذا كان إلي المنتهى سقط المعترض.
وقال لي لا يكون إلي المنتهى حتى تراني من وراء كل شيء.
وقال لي إثباتي لا يمتحي به ولا بي، إني أنا الحكيم المتقن على علم ما وضعت.
وقال لي انظر إلي ولا تطرف يكن ذلك أول جهادك في.
وقال لي ابن أمرك على الخوف أثبته بالهم ولا تبن أمرك على الرجاء أهدمه إذا تكامل العمل.
النفري
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