Beneath a Canopy of Stars

Navigators Reverie: Beneath a Canopy of Stars: This is work in progress a new series of images which incorporates some fresh photography juxtapositioned with images of vintage celestial maps.

 Let us be like
two falling stars in the day sky.
Let no one know of our sublime beauty
as we hold hands with God
and burn
Into a sacred existence that defies –
That surpasses
Every description of ecstasy
And love.

Hazrat Hāfez-e Shīrāzī r.a

Flowers every night

Blossom in the sky;

Peace in the Infinite;

At peace am I.

Sighs a hundredfold

From my heart arise;
My heart, dark and cold,
Flames with my sighs.

Hazrat Maulana Jalal-ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (r.a)

 

The hidden banner is planted in the temple of the sky; 
there the blue canopy decked with the moon 
and set with bright jewels is spread.
There the light of the sun and the moon is shining: 
still your mind to silence before that splendour. 
Kabîr says: “He who has drunk of this nectar, 
wanders like one who is mad.”

 The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore

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The Story of Hatam Taei and the Messenger Sent to Kill Him

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One of the kings of Yemen was renowned for his liberality, yet the name of Hatam Taei was never mentioned in his presence without his falling into a rage. “How long,” he would ask, “wilt thou speak of that vain man, who possesses neither a kingdom, nor power, nor wealth?” On one occasion he prepared a royal feast, which the people were invited to attend. Someone began to speak of Hatam, and another to praise him. Envious,the king dispatched a man to slay the Arabian chief, reflecting, “So long as HatamTaei lives, my name will never become famous.

The messenger departed, and traveled far seeking for Hatam Taei that he might kill him. As he went along the road a youth came out to meet him. He was handsome and wise, and showed friendliness toward the messenger, whom he took to his house to pass the night. Such liberality did he shower upon his guest that the heart of the evil-minded one was turned to goodness.

In the morning the generous youth kissed his hand and said, “Remain with me for a few days.” I am unable to stay here,” replied the messenger, “for urgent business is before me.” “If thou wilt entrust me with thy secret,” said the youth, “to aid the will I spare no effort.”

“O,generous man!” was the reply, “give ear to me, for I know that the generous are concealers of secrets. Perhaps in this country thou knowest Hatam Taei, who is of lofty mind and noble qualities. The king of Yemen desires his head, though Iknow not what enmity has arisen between them. Grateful shall I be if thou wilts direct me to where he is. This hope from thy kindness do I entertain, O friend!”

The youth laughed and said, “I am Hatam Taei, see here my head!Strike it from my body with thy sword. I would not that harm should be fall thee, or that thou shouldst fall in thy endeavor.”Throwing aside his sword, the man fell on the ground and kissed the dust of HatamTaei ‘s feet. “If I injured a hair on thy body,” he cried, “I should no longer be a man.” So saying, he clasped Hatam Taei to his breast and took his way back to Yemen.

“Come,” said the king as the man approached, “what news hast thou?” Why didst thou not tie his head to thy saddle-straps? Perhaps that famous one attacked thee and thou wert too weak to engage in combat.” The messenger kissed the ground and said, “O, wise and just king!I found HatamTaei, and saw him to be generous and full of wisdom,and in courage superior to myself. My back was bent by the burden of his favors; with the sword of kindness and bounty he killed me.”

When he had related all that he had seen of Hatam Taei ‘s generosity, the king uttered praises upon the family of the Arab chief and rewarded the messenger with gold.

Excerpt From: Bustan by by Sheikh Muslih-uddin Sa’di Shirazi r.a

Extra Note: HatamTaei was an Arabian chief who was renowned for his generosity. He was born in Yemen, in Arabia Felix, and lived some time before Hazrat Mohammed (p.b.u.h) in the sixth century. Many legends have been woven around his life and character.

20 September, 2014 08:57

The hidden banner is planted in the temple of the sky; there the blue canopy decked with the moon and set with bright jewels is spread.There the light of the sun and the moon is shining: still your mind to silence before that splendour.

Kabîr says: “He who has drunk of this nectar, wanders like one who is mad.”

~The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore

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Sufi Poets

Sufi Poets A wonderful collection of powerful words and thoughts

Hazrat Rabia al Basri r.a (717–801) is one of the first female Sufi Poets who helped to leave a rich teaching of Divine love through her mystical poetry.

Not much is known about Rabia al Basri, except that she lived in Basra in Iraq, in the second half of the 8th century AD.  She was born into poverty. But many spiritual stories are associated with her and what we can glean about her is reality merged with legend. These traditions come from Farid ud din Attar a later Sufi saint and poet, who used earlier sources. Rabia herself though has not left any written works. However, her oral poems were later written down, they frequently express themes of intense Divine Love.

Without You — my Life, my Love –
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts –
I look everywhere for Your love –
Then suddenly I am filled with it.

– Rabia al Basri, (excerpt from, My Joy)

After her father’s death, there was a famine in Basra, and during that she was parted from her family. It is not clear how she was traveling in a caravan that was set upon by robbers. She was taken by the robbers and sold into slavery.

Her master worked her very hard, but at night after finishing her chores Rabia would turn to meditation and prayers and praising the Lord. Foregoing rest and sleep she spent her nights in prayers and she often fasted during the day.

There is a story that once, while in the market, she was pursued by a vagabond and in running to save herself she fell and broke her arm. She prayed to the Lord .

“I am a poor orphan and a slave,  Now my hand too is broken.  But I do not mind these things if Thou be pleased with me. “

and felt a voice reply:

“Never mind all these sufferings. On the Day of Judgement you shall  be accorded a status that shall be the envy of the angels even”

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Hazrat Ibrahim Adham {r.a}

Hazrat Ibrahim Adham {r.a} used to be the custodian of some orchards and spent the proceeds upon his companions and it is said: And there were some of his companions who, while he was working during the day spending on them, would gather someplace in the night and they would be fasting during the day. It was the case that he was often slow returning from the work. And one night they decided to eat their breakfast and sleep without him as a motivation for him to return earlier. And when Ibrahim returned and found them sleeping he said: Poor people and there might have been no food for them and so he prepared a pot of food on the fire, and they asked him about it and he replied: I thought you slept without breakfast therefore I wanted you to wake to some prepared food and thus some of them told the others: Observe what we did vs. what he did!

In order to be Ibrahim Adham’s companion there were three conditions: 1) He would do all the service, 2) He would call Adhan (Muslim call to prayers) i.e. he would not be the Imam and offer that to the companion as a sign of grace and humility and 3) He would pay for all the expenses that might have come their way. And in one occasion one of companions told him that I cannot accept these conditions and Ibrahim replied: Your truthfulness impresses me! (Dara: The real companion would not accept these conditions and the lack of acceptance would declare the real intentions of the companion and thus the truth would come out.)

Faithful Lover ~ Hazrat Hafiz r.a

 

The moon came to me last night

With a sweet question.

She said,
“The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.

Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.

Hafiz,
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
Itself?”

And I replied,
Dear moon,
Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together
Close like this more often
So I might instruct you
How to become
Who you
Are!

Faithful Lover ~ Hazrat Hafiz r.a , Daniel James Ladinsky