O lord, I am a seeker- a sear, a sage set on a voyage void of greed and dominance,
I crawled through deserts of ecstasy in a fantasy-
Of knowing you- the ‘Absolute’!
Absolute truth ordained!
In the solace and desire of solitude-
Where I found no truth so wonderful , no love so pure like yours,
I prayed silently and my prayers echoed-
I want to merge with you now!
I found- The ‘Absolute’ is all in one and alone!
(Ashhadu an lā ilāha illā Allāh, waḥdahu lā sharīka lahu)
In the process of ‘Being’ I become- ‘The Truth’,
‘The Triumph’- ‘The Mirror’- reflecting the ‘Giver’,
I am the one whom God gives away-
The God’s mirror!
The veil of God- says the seeker!
I am seeking through the way-
Deserted in a desert, in a cyclone, in a mirage, locked and freed- in a mirror!
Self-reflections?!
Of whom?!
The seeker whispered its breath to me,
Called upon my name and said,
It is you- through you- enchants the echo-
The apocalypse! The catastrophe!
I saw the ‘Supreme’ taking form by removing all the supremacies from me I thought-I own,
Removing ‘I’ from ‘Me’ I spectacle the truth,
Hear a roar-Jaw-dropping, vivid and loud-
The silent cocoon that binds being-
The stream that gently flows-
The blaze that quickly burns-
The fumes that quitely bore-
Emerging from the ashes,
Ashes of ‘Selves’ that I burnt-
Many many a times- thousand times I recall!
The skull drinking from its precipitate,
I engulf the entirety by It’s own!
Rythm- Chaos-Oblivion-
In Its own pace in the race, in the gaze,in the age – as a guest in a quest- of Its own!
Remaining still the ‘Me’ as it goes!
Time- a ridiculous motion,
Slower than all!
And, faster than a caprice owl!
A white leopard at hunger strike-
Dying in the crowd!
In the white sands- footprints -not eminent!
Died of it’s own ‘curse’- course by course for its very own ‘being’- satiated and disowned !
Devouring self through selves- remains a lust for being an observer of an obscene reservoir-
The white leopard- bombarded through drones!
War and war,
Inner and outer-
The ‘Absolute’ spoke through me-
It’s nearing the end-
We- the last spectacles!
When all thoughts dries,
The stream of being reappears,
Who am I?! I asked,
I am you and you are me- said the disguised seeker in that distant land of repercussions!
Prelude- You are not alone, you are divine,
The symptoms of divinity is seen through you if only you stayed this secluded- this pure!
Who is the ‘Supreme’ then?
The being without any forms just like thoughts!
The being so dear to heart yet unknown!
A wind within wind,
A storm within storm,
Emptiness within emptiness,
An emptied vessel full of pearls and stones!
I saw the ‘self’ and it vanished like the misty dew-
I prayed like a ‘Jew’ but got caught in a hue-
I am a nobody and have no clue –
Who is who?
And, what are the dues!?
If only the world egos could be slain-
All the chanted prayers would not be in vain-
The disappearances could be refrained!
If only the great egos could be stained!
Yet all of us remains-
On the threshold of ‘Barjakh’
We seek ‘Nazaat’ and mercy of ‘Rain’,
Where light is not stolen-
No human, no sage, no ghost, no Cain, no Jain,
Only we remain-
The interpreter of the ‘Supreme’ who is our veil!
Who speaks through us and therefore we contain!
Well, we can be limited but also limitless at the same point!
©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy
Ashhadu an lā ilāha illā Allāh, waḥdahu lā sharīka lahu!
Time Frame: 6.38 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216.