In
the humble expression of this poor servant,
let
this be known:
Better
to fall on the battlefield
than
choke on my steak in the War Room.
For
it is my intention, in this my lifetime,
here-now
and in reality, as in eternity,
that
Sufism shall defeat Islam, prevail over and replace it entirely
with
knowledge of God, with love of God.
That
the Sovereignty of Love shall prevail over
and
replace Muslim bigotry, racism, misogyny, hypocrisy.
That
the prayers of the Great Ones and faith of the Heart
shall
prevail over and replace Muslim arrogance, ignorance,
aggression,
and its most primitive brutality.
That
music and dance, creative literature, reason,
beauty
in all its variations, shall prevail over and replace
the
Muslim's native bent toward pronouncing death-fatwas,
toward
pathologically underdeveloped, grossly self-conscious
phobias
against any nonconformity, as against all freedom
of
self-expression, against any notion of critical self-reflection,
of
maturity in relation to the rest of the world:
over
this shall prevail the nectar of Rumi, the fragrance of Hafiz;
the
madness of Kabir and of Rabi'a shall prevail over and replace
a
Muslim mentality which shuns pork but evidently not cannibalism.
That
the creative openness of Sufism which embraces all faiths
and
all paths toward God shall prevail over and replace this Islam
of
domination, delusions of supremacy, of bludgeoning with Shari'a
every Muslim who is "other" and every culture which is not of
itself.
Verily,
the song and movement of Dervishes,
the
Movement and the Message of Sufism through the Ages
cannot
be annihilated, it is here in spite of historic repression,
and
shall prevail over an Islam which never could appreciate
Sufis,
Sikhs, Hindus, Christians, Jews, Buddhists - and murders them
century
for century.
O
Beloved Lord and Cherisher of the worlds:
let
these words not prove empty, no -
let
this love be active, this harmony penetrate through hearts:
that
this beauty shall prevail.
Let
it so Be as I, Sheikh Samuel Inayat-Chisti, have said,
who
shall raise the banner of Love on that battlefield
in
whichever form that comes,
and
shall not fall, after so many lifetimes of this, but shall prevail.
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