Thursday, May 26, 2016

full moon: may 2016


bismillah

hiRahman

niRaheem


...the Most Compassionate

...the Most Merciful...

...2 of the 99 attributes that every one in the path of Surrendering to the Source of Peace (=islam), says before every action/intention...

....bombed out of human existence by the double-speakers who call war peace, colonialism democracy, genocide, liberation...we continue to exist in the plants and the sky and the stones...

...so all praise is due for this opportunity to be moon, full and bright and subtle and cloaked by day and space...

...years, decades, pass, grudges forgotten, traumas a head nod, old wounds resins on the trunk of trees...drink from the sap of elders who speak in gold, indian jewlery worn in weddings in which brides hide behind saris and cry, shed a past of childhood into adulthood, at 16, 17...

...these rites of passage skipped me...were refuted by my sense of being a part of the civil world that recognizes traditional peoples as artifacts, backwards, uncouth, at best pieces of fabric to be plucked, sayings to be revised and reinvented...

...i emerged in this manifestation of human from the artifact world, from dawn and dusk - what you see in your moments of Quiet - that's where i come from, just a generation behind, a generation that continues to adorn the hidden suit of diamonds i wear...

...what's popular is fracked gas from the mouths of selfies doing youtubes on nutrition and health and comedy and everything...

...what to do in this frequency is to seek out those who Know....to get past the degrees and popularity and go deeper, much deeper, with those who Know...

...how...last month i stayed put in my walls of safety, within my borders of stories that keep me from ramana, and vedantists, and al hallaj and the prophet muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him and his descendants and antecedents)...

...i am bangla, busthees, slums of dhaka, and tenements in nyc, i am middle class aspirations and suburban sprawl culture, and middle aged anorexic white women, and black judges in baltimore banging a gavel, and the sparrows and pigeons, and the hummingbirds here in portland...so keep your hate talk, keep your bashing and blanket statements on indians and asians and africans and white people and latinos...those your lies to deal with...i don't know any white people, i know people, persons, and they are all different, never met two of the same...you can regurgitate the mythology, get social acceptance points for it...you can hate from your false costume of race or seek to commodify it...i'm good...rather sip some chai with you, have an arugula salad and talk marx and jesus and liberation theology and maulana ali, and destiny...

...it was written...the qur'an states this...

...if u don't believe that it was written, then speak with any scientist that deals with genetics. read some basic science on chromosomes and how you were conceived - 23 pairs of chromosomes from your mother and father - 46 in total - contains your entire genome - every cell that has a nucleus contains this entire genome - the genome are double helix/stranded genes in the alphabet of actg - the nucelotides that are joined with a phosphate to the 5-carbon-sugar-ribose producing the writings in volumes called de-oxyribonucleic acid - dna...

...it was written...your entire being in a six foot strand of DNA packaged inside the nucelus of a single cell...

...all praise is due...

...bowed down at the siting of the moon, my dna recalling the footprints of forefathers, of my grandfather and greatgrandfather who stood in the milkway from the space-ship of earth and sited the moon for prayer, for fasting, for everything...

...all praise is due...last month i wrote an intention that stayed within the confines of the virtual walls it was written in...these writings were not code, not aligned with what was written...so i align the words with the words of the moon this month...

...the moon has spoken...has reminded me that i will be a part of the moon soon, that now, as moon manifest in human form i have to move in the orbit of ancient mathematics, which has always been about doing about working, about being guided by lessons, about being and nothingness in Love, in action, in the doing...

...what that means is that i Am that which i set forth when i entered this path 12 years ago...the completion of which will bring me to the 144000...the completion is now, in the company of the 144k...

...this full moon, ramadhan begins...

...this full moon i am that which I AM - active in being the Lover, the Sustainer...through focus, through getting deep with Air Land Liquid Atmosphere Heat (ALLAH), in all that i do...

...that is, doing herbs ALLAH, doing sessions ALLAH, doing counseling ALLAH, doing massage ALLAH - entire being focused on ALLAH...


Sunday, May 15, 2016

meaning...


i see it clearly...i believe u do too...

...walk with me...

back to your childhood...wherever u were at in the world...

i was in nyc, in an elementary school, in the first grade...

...i stand in the classroom...as now, as me in this body 2016...i stand there and watch as the teacher teaches and the kids listen, and play, and work, and exercise joy and cruelty to one another...

...i watch myself, the little me, the 6 year old, i watch the interactions, the discomfort already, the unease, the dis ease forming from being an alien, from being an other, from being surrounded by otherings and other others...

...i am about to say something, stirred by emotion...the bell rings, the class dismissed, another 140 days, the school year is over, summer, fall, another batch of kids, another group of excited, nervous, concerned, preoccupied parents dropping their children off...the kids take seats, write their name on construction paper, fold the page, make tags for their desks, look at each other with trepidation, curiosity....bell rings, they come in 3 months later, best friends, enemies...bells, fire drill, summer, fall, another group of kids, same classroom, i am standing, still, same spot...

...10 years in, same school, same classroom, i am standing, still...the space is filled with noise, quiet, laughter, shouts, space and time, in a school building...in a class, in witness...

...30 years, 30 teachers in some classrooms, 5 in others, 12 in still others...i stand and watch for meaning...the meaning lies in the attempt to find meaning, in building a purpose, in making purpose with time and space by creating, by occupying time and space with ideas that have walls and structures and laws, and bylaws, and...50, 60, 90 years...purpose, they are seeking purpose...

...the purpose of schools is to create a purpose in the absence of one, to create, cultivate, facilitate children to adults with ideas, with thoughts, with frame of minds, and state of minds, but the space changes, the people change, the colors change, the calendar changes...so what's the meaning...?

...is there meaning in these spaces? yes. all space and time is meaningful. what is the meaning? purpose, a distorted one, one that is grounded in alienation, in kidnap from community, in dismemberment from any communal ideas you may have...the purpose of these spaces...whether it is school or the workplace, is to create a false sense of purpose that keeps you busy, that keeps you away from what matters, and keep you stuck, if you are a person of compassion, on fixing the wrong, making it better, changing things for the kids...it's inherently false because you are not part of their community and they are not part of yours...its false because you are dismembered, and can leave whenever, and never have to speak to any of them again...same is true at the workplace, at institutions of higher learning...you choose...you amputate, you hang when you hang and don't when you don't, and yet seek meaning...

...the meaning lies in what is real...what is real is community...real community...