I witnessed my Maker with my heart’s eye.
I asked, ‘Who are You?’ He answered, ‘You!’
For You one cannot ask, Where?
Because where is Where for You?
You do not pass through the imagination
Or else we’ll know where You are.
You are He who is everywhere
Yet You are nowhere. Where are You?
In my annihilation is my annihilation’s annihilation
And You are found in my annihilation.
Translated by Mahmood Jamal: from Islamic Mystical Poetry: Sufi Verse from the
Early Mystics to Rumi.
Mansur al-Hallaj (858-922) was born in Persia and moved to what is now Iraq, where
he took up religious studies. The authorities took offense at his poetry and teachings,
and he was condemned by a council of theologians, imprisoned for nine years, and
eventually put to death for blasphemy. Today he is considered by many to be a great
poet-saint and martyr for truth.
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
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