the all merciful. ar-rahman. to forgive the thief and the liar, the murderer and the rapist. to forgive, to let go. to forgive is to let go, to not be bound by the experience of lower frequencies. they are binding.
i saw this documentary in the past, where the family of a victim of a murder linked with the murderer, visited them in their supermax, while they awaited sentencing, a lifetime in prison, or death by a needle. the reason, the victims said - the man who lost his brother, the woman who lost her son to some dude playing god - is that they needed to sleep at night, that they were so deep in turmoil, consumed by hatred and anger, that the only thing that could save them was to let it go by forgiving the murderer.
the truth and reconciliation committees set up after the lift of apartheid in south africa, performed a similar function. it created a medium for the victims of apartheid and the perpetrators to have exchange.
murderer, buju banton sings in his song by the same name -
death is on your shoulder/kill i today, you cannot kill I tomorrow. he's right. there's no killing the I. the infinite, the place from which ar-Rahman can be found. all praise is due...
mercy, connotes letting go. to have that moment of peace, because life itself is the Great Equalizer. chief seattle, in his letter to the president (which may or may not be fictitious), said to president jackson, a century and a half ago, that you could continue killing the rest of us indians, whose land you trampled on, but you still have to deal with the trees and the rivers and the mountains, and air (Air Land Liquid Atmosphere Heat - ALLAH). that this approach to living was anti-life, an antibiotic that wantonly destroyed all in sight. that, unless the conquistadors learned how to be a part of life, instead of seeking to control it, death.
death is everywhere, depechemode lamented in their 1994 album, violator. there are flies on the windscreen. it's true. there are rats running wild in the subway platforms, roaches sneaking past genocidal chemist formulations, mosquitoes who refuse to acquiesce to ddt sprays and their offshoots that sprinkle the heads of new yorkers, who mistake the mist for acid rain.
in a culture where murder is honored by stars and stripes if you kalnishkov muhammad's, mercy is needed. in a culture where the i is the greatest cause of worship, mecy is needed. our idols that we bowed down to - jay, jolie, b.pitt, drake, p.hilton, nikki - the same ones we adjust our faces to in the mirror, are for purposes of worshiping the zenith of lower self - me, myself, and i. have mercy.
mercy is needed because we need to survive. we need to get past the great illusion and the only way to do so is to walk in beauty, to walk in ar Rahman. when you walk in ar-Rahman, then judgement is unnecessary, grudges, unnecessary, jealousy, unnecessary, because expectations cease to exist other that which recognizes the divine in all. so have mercy on the murderers, the fronters, dudes and chicks who are so deep in their idol-worship of rock/rap/porn/gang/famous-author-film-maker-academic-designer-etc-famous-famous/limelight/ that they forgot how to be them-Self. mercy.
have mercy and maintain focus. have mercy and support and give, but avoid succumbing. have mercy, but watch who you bring to your house, into your bedroom. have mercy and act to free the world of prisons and bombs and high heels and running-trains and lies...but watch what you read, and how you spend your time and with who, cause osmosis, cause mercy will soon become an idea and a thought rather than path.
bismillah ar-Rahman
