99 names: al-Malik - King of Kings

Al-Malik, the Shahanshah, the King of Kings, the One. 

Al-Malik, contrasts the kings of maya.

the king has no clothes.

obama's peace prize and civil rights talk disguises drone technology, that annihilate ancient peoples, that frack the earth and drill the ocean floor, leaving dolphin cousins choked and comatose on the shores of peru, mexico, mississippi; dolphins murdered and piled like gunned down iraqi bodies on the sands of sumeria. yes, please bring our troops home so they could stop raping, pillaging, plundering... prayers for them, prayers...

the saud's dessert robes in the semblance of the guru muhammad (s.a.w), pretends modesty so crass that the house of Adam, the nucleus of the surrenderer, lies in the shadows of new towering hotels built by petrodollars obtained from raping our Mother (earth). 

Al-Malik, the King of Kings, lies in stark contrast to the babylon kings, excused sometimes because of colors. babylon kings are white, black, brown, yellow, red, are multicultural in their babylon, in arrogance. 

Al-Malik is the quicksand citibanks sink in, the tsunamis that drown the arrogance of rapid development in india/bangladesh, thailand, china.

Al-Malik contrasts heroes.

the King of King exposes the illusion of celebrities/celebrity-ism, as false deities, when time and space makes ike too weak to strike a chord or tina, madonna's prized body sag, jay's swagger, into a hunch back.

Al-Malik dissolves the illusion of seemingly regal-wear that we homage in the culture of cool - ny and oakland fitteds, pouted lips and vogueing street poses - from the elite of madison ave to the illusively rebel of nostrand ave - ostentating diamonds, gold, beamers, drug money. 

those we give value to as kings have as much value as dead presidents on the stripped bodies of abducted and throat-slit trees. 

babylon kings wear kufis, and dreds, and buddhist robes, and african kintes and yogi shawls...

Al-Malik is known through the path of a Love so deep, that no maya can govern tastes in clothing, or food, or attractions in the surrenderer.

Al-Malik is known when time is not when the alarm rings for a job/appointment, but marked by moon and sun and planetary movements; when relations remove from accumulating/consuming friends, intimacies and popularity;  and instead the chosen few of your tribe are always new, are always an opportunity to grow deeper, are a meditation for life, like maghrib prayer at dusk day after day, year after year, like trataka, meditating/gazing at fire, until you can see the sun. 

Al-Malik. 

can you see the light in those around you? 

after, over 30 years of intermittent bowing down, fasting, i can see slivers of light, and only sometimes. i'm slow,  have a great deal of blockages, mountains of ego/fear to work through. 

some people see light right away, notice Al-Malik. yet and still, even if you see, it takes time to build a deeper awareness. 

the majesty of Al Malik is seen in the billion year old mountains of kilimanjaro and himalaya. every day, the mountain and sun prostrate to one another, without boredom, without skipping a beat. 

Al-Malik is known through the billion year meditation with another, until you see the sun, until you can stare without a blink.