Sufism Is Far Older than 14 Centuries...

The historically strong appearance and modern seeming-argument for the "inseparable" identification of Sufism with Islam (with persons from the former of these two, often being persecuted and murdered or executed, by those representing the latter) is clearly not reflected in the following parting words:

"The philosophy of Sufism is best summed up in the final instructions to his disciples one month before his passing, some seven-plus centuries ago, of Hazrat Khwaja Mu'inuddin Chishti, founder of this lineage":

Love all and hate none.

Mere talk of peace will avail you naught.

Mere talk of God and religion will not take you far.

Bring out all of the latent powers of your Being

and reveal the full magnificence

of your immortal Self.

Be surcharged with peace and joy,

and scatter them wherever you are

and wherever you go.

Be a blazing fire of truth,

be a beauteous blossom of love,

and be a soothing balm of peace.

With your spiritual light, dispel the darkness of ignorance;

dissolve the clouds of discord and war,

and spread goodwill, peace and harmony among the people.

Never seek any help, charity or favors

from anybody except God.

Never go to the courts of kings,

but never refuse to bless and help the needy and the poor,

the widow, the orphan, if they come to your door.

This is your mission, to serve the people.

Carry it out dutifully and courageously,

so that I, as your Pir-o-Murshid,

may not be ashamed of any shortcomings on your part

before the Almighty God and our holy predecessors

in the Sufi Order

on the Day of Judgment.

§

I don't know what that Mr. Chisti looked like, but this Mr. Chisti's own late Pir-o-Murshid in our 20^th century, Hazrat Inayat Khan, looked like this, and as one sees, quite evidently embodied those last instructions from a much earlier century:

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2014/12/love-is-most-great.html

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2015/01/give-with-your-eyes.html

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2013/08/tears-of-love.html

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2013/07/that-this-beauty-shall-prevail.html

 

Patriot sein

Man spricht längst, vom Wandlung der „Dichter/Denker zu Richter/Henker,“

Durch Himmler kam's zum Auschwitz Gaskammer „Himmelsweg;“

„Arischer“ Kult und ihre Runen brachten Deutschland zu Ruinen!

Auf Kosten der Entbürgerten floss deutsche Butter und Salz –

nach zwölf Jahren Nationalsozialismus wurde's bitter bezahlt.

Die Vergötterung des Reiches, durch Anbetung des Führers, konnten Hitler nicht heilen;

genau so wenig wird Heilung kommen durch selbst-hassenden Links/Grün-Parteien.

Hier spricht ein Mitbürger – Ami, Jude, Berliner, Patriot – ich strebe für Deutschland,

mit seiner Jahrtausend alten Kraft, Jahrhundert lange Kunst, Kultur, Literatur, Wissenschaft!

Da haben gemeinsam NPD, Prügelmobs, Antifas, und Islamisierung: gar nichts zu suchen.

Eine Bürgerbewegung mit Parteien drin, ist weder von Bürger noch Bewegung,

sondern zum Scheitern verurteilt, durch eigenen Selbstwiderspruch.

Ich strebe für Deutschland, seiner Zukunft, wo Juden sich wie Deutsche verstehen

so wie in jedem anderen Land, Mitbürger-mit-Herkunft anstatt wie Fremder da zu stehen!

Man hört von doppelzüngige Rede: wir haben „Distanzeritis,“ und vor Nationalen, Schiss –

doch! Pegida duldet keinen Judenhass, Israelhass, keinen Deutschlandhass noch NPD-Scheiß,

und strebt unmißverständlich nach den ursprünglichen Prinzipien, gegen jeden Mist!

Ich erkläre mich – eingewandert, europäischer Patriot – gegen Islamisierung:

des Abendlandes – ein judeo-christliches Abendland, ohne Schari'a, unter Demokratie

geordnet, tolerant weil man tolerant ist, ungezwungen, endlich souverän und freidenkend!

Von Ketten der Nationalverblödung so wie der Sozialistverblödung befreit,

von Washington und von Brüssel, UN und EU, respektvoll entlastet und anerkannt –

keine Deals mehr mit Saudi, mit Emiraten, Türkei und deren Kultur – wir verlieren Kant

dabei nur, Goethe, Schiller; hören wohl vom „Dritten Reich,“ doch kaum von

„al-Handschas“ Scheikh –

komisch, das: die „Antifas“ halten sich für Historiker – sind aber nur Hysteriker.

Mein Nachbar, wer auch immer! – ist zu dulden, ertragen, sogar mögen, verteidigen

– nicht aber NPD, Antifa, Grün-Links, Islam – niemals, und doch Patriot noch sein.

(Ein Publikum, das Toleranz predigt als Antwort zu Taqiyya,

steht vor Tätern gelähmt, hörig, vor ihrer eigenen Opferschaft.)

(A public which preaches tolerance toward those practicing taqiyya,

will only stand paralyzed before perpetrators, in willing obedience to its own peril.)

Union Without A Mission

Be a magnet.

A magnet doesn't run after metals,

nor concern itself with those non-attracted.

It magnetizes, the metals come which belong.

Let evil hate me, it will run its course,

as will those who embrace it, these

may find me abrasive, I'm not concerned.

Others before me – and much greater,

have seen it all before.

Am I good? Only God is that, read your Bible.

Am I bad? There're worse.

Don't concern yourself with wasteful

self-conscious worry – there goes your life.

Reflect on the Self in all, conscious joy

in your belly is like soul on fire, a sun

penetrating, embracing, drawing.

Be a magnet, don't go to the world,

let it come to you.

Be the Union, not a missionary, we've so many of those.

No Choice, Just Free Will

The Lover of God has no choice,

only free will. For God is love,

and s/he is alone in love with That, in repose,

while all other living forms receive this love.

Whether s/he succors a child or swats a pest,

sweats under pressure or demonstrates poise,

presses house pet or house patient to his or her breast,

s/he hears but one tone, and speaks with one voice:

no choice has s/he, but only free will –

driving to work or fooling about, whispering, singing,

shopping, napping or shouting, even in agitation still,

mounting the barricades in decibles ringing!

Alone never lonely, in times of fear fearless,

lending courage and encouragement: quality of heart

sets the tone sets the pace, even when stern a gentle face

showing life, two ears for hearing, one mouth to impart

this most intimate love, and the secret of it,

hidden in the glance, a gesture, a word, an action,

revealed in a touch, brimming with health, listening with vigor

for the call to serve an awakening, responding when it comes,

breaking rules of rhyme but never reason, inspired only

with the drawing of one breath: open perspectives, no conclusions,

only truth – no trips or sales pitch, no friend of delusions.

All is sacred, nothing special, in-joy-meant shared with all wholly

in order that the Lover of God be enriched, and so this world,

for having no choice, but only free will: to see that all is holy –

in light, in darkness, Love in action, destiny revealed.

Wrathful Love

When I am freed of "my" love,

then can God's love come through me

and greet and behold you.

When I am freed of "my" wrath,

then can God's wrath make itself known within me,

and reveal where it will strike and when.

The dark forces at work in our time,

yes here and now,

the destructive and the cruel,

the narcoleptic and appeasing;

ideologies of the Left or of the Right;

networks of satanic cults whose active existence

no rational person dares take seriously, and will not act;

the vast sway of pedophilia, and of gender-mainstreaming,

of manipulated indoctrination and Islamisation;

the twisting of words and their meaning,

defamation of character and the unbridled preference

for perpetrators as "victims" – ignorance of the day

brings on the darkness of night, and it will get darker.

The sun of my inner character is greater than I,

it is fed on the divine beauty,

and will inform me when the time comes:

to step aside and stand firm – and let God act.

I am but a witness of the time, and time when it comes.

His love holds all the power I need.

When I am freed of "my" love,

then can God's love come through me

and greet and behold you.

Deepener of Your Faith

I am neither Jew nor Christian, nor Sikh nor Buddhist,
and neither am I Hindu nor Muslim, certainly not atheist.
I AM the Deepener of YOUR Faith. That is my job.
Concentrate and behold, give focus there, don't sob
about your uncertainty or project your conviction
on everyone else – pay attention in self-reflection!
Trust the Sun in your breast, in your belly its fire,
go there – give in to its breadth! - breathe, radiate higher
into all spheres penetrating out, out – touching hearts:
burning forth, bringing health, knowing every cell every part,
loving every dimension of each, detached and indifferent
toward being right or being wrong, toward Orient or Occident –
sloughing all identity you probe the subtle, let guide divinity...
Compassion toward past, here is reality, birthing your future – now is eternity.
You have no idea – and that is well, you don't always have to know –
your ear atuned within, your eye as well, allowing this certainty to grow;
no time wasted over heaven or hell, but empathy and lovingkindness
count for everything, and with sincerity you will know what success
tastes like when your tongue repeats the sound of breath which is the Name
which came to you in the womb of her from whom you sprang –
and has been with you from the Beginning, before Time.

That I Might Hear

By night we came to take him,

I Malchus, and a cohort of Temple soldiers,

in the still hours before daybreak,

we servants of the High Priest stormed the garden

where he stood. His fellows slept, in we crept

to arrest him. And there he stood, waiting!

We were following a direct order, to take him by number,

and led there by his trusted fellow.

Some awoke and then we could not find him,

not so simple then, he stood there without resistance,

and could not be seen.

And his trusted one, our trusted one, went forward

greeting him, kissed him in fellowship, as a signal,

our signal – the Galilean looked at our man, his man,

with an oddly resigned, yet penetrating glance.

I saw it, then I beheld him, spoke my office and demanded,

Are you he? He replied, I am.

And we laid hold of him. Then it happened.

So oddly calm, so in command of himself, suddenly

his nearest, a bear of a fellow, leapt at me with a fair blade

and whacked my left ear, nearly severed it.

It came so fast, unexpected.

What followed was still more shocking.

This very Galilean held up his hand, stayed his friend,

admonished him in dialect – then told us to let them all go,

we have whom we came for. And without hesitation

he approached me with that same hand and laid it

over my gashed and throbbing ear.

When he removed it, all was gone, the wound, the pain,

the hearing, all I got was ringing buzzing, my brain went cold.

My men had to nudge me to sternly fulfill my office,

I went through the motions in a daze, I looked at him,

not grasping, but grasping his shoulder I barely still heard him

saying, By night you come to take me like some thief,

when all the while I taught openly by day, open prey – now pray

do as you are sent, that it may be fulfilled.

That didn't help clear my thoughts,

and all that passed thereafter in my lifetime –

my leaving the Temple service and joining his circle,

sharing its joys and its devotion, its bread and its wine,

its destiny and its fate, in loving, serving and remembering him –

had its birth and its prophecy, its torment and its promise,

in that moment in that garden in that night,

when he healed my ear, that I might hear.