Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Men Who Will Be Men

Men who pray, and would never prey upon;
Men who meditate, and would never cower or hesitate
to defend a woman against her attacker before it's too late.

Men who love, and would never abuse;
Men who see clearly through the Mainstream ruse
of using "feminism" to emasculate and tighten the noose.

Men who are mortal and fallible, men who can both weep and fight;
Men who can reconcile, yet compromise nothing when they are right;
who may sometimes stand alone, but can stand on their own two feet.

Defeat may come, at first, in the dominating climate of castration;
but if men will be Men, and maintain toward Women their due appreciation –
resisting the gender-mainstream ideology and the courted Islamisation,

 
Then might men be nobly that, as called upon, to rise to the occasion;
then might they show what they are made of, settling the equation;
then might integrity be restored – for the sexes as for the nation.





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Monday, May 2, 2011

When Men Drink Ecstasy

(inspired by dhikr with Sheikh Muzaffer, Helveti-Jerrahi)
 Men love power, and God knows it.
       If the Lord and Cherisher of the worlds
       cannot reach men throught he love of Woman alone,
He can reach them through the ecstatic empowerment
       of loving His Names.
Any man who can honestly appreciate a child
       can surrender to God by holding hands
       and rocking in a circle, when the rhythm is right.
Rhythm and melody combine in the art
       of my dervish friends and bring out a passion
       for the finest qualities in oneself.
Profound love for Creation, detail by detail,
       replaces bigotry and angst, and all for a song . . .
That rhythm and that melody are like the soul of a woman,
       but this husky and robust chorus of verses come out of
       the sweet pungent earth of a man’s soul.
Nothing can steal this from his hand,
       nor brutish tendencies come near to it.
It is for him desiring to become Human,
       that the Guest may be entertained in his heart.
S. Inayat-Chisti, ca. 1986




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For Mevlana (III)

(or, Love, Harmony and Beauty)
Words, like bears, must hibernate under a wintry blanket
     so they can emerge ready and strong 
                      in the springtime of their revelation
                               and strike squarely on the first blow.
Beauty, the most described thing of all,
    can no more be described than can truth -
           for like truth it is no thing,
                            but living.
In every face I greet my Self,
          for beauty is realized in the strangest ways . . .
                          if I love women
               it is only because they are women;
          if I love men it is only because I am one.
And if pondering my own face I find only beauty,
                 then I am in love with the Friend.
                     It cannot be otherwise.
Inside beauty there is love and harmony,
inside each are found its two companions.
             Without intimate knowledge
             the names we've given them are stale -
                    and within that intimacy
                     names are not needed.
Convention kills, behind every word
        is self-conscious thought.
          Then scrape the words off the page
              and see beauty face to face,
                     describing itself . . .
         Beauty, like silence, meditates on you,
                       restoring joy;
                  you break it in song
                        irresistable
              because you are human.
        And I love this human being.
S. Inayat-Chisti, Berlin, Oct. 1994