the Order. at 7am i bow down...arise later than i should. arise with clarity of what to do - bow down, and then asana...after these two practices, i am greatful, thankful, ready to carry forth Purpose. thiis is al Bari, the tuning in with al Bari, with the Maker of Order.
the Make, the Maker, and the Order...this trinity is the shawl of space, time and movement. it is where worlds merge.
the Make is the Creation - earth, planets, stars, solar systems, galaxies. then there is that which is at once behind it all and comprises it all, the Maker, ya ALLAH. the mathematics of this orbit, these constellations of beings in a synchopated symphony, is the Order.
today, as i tip over age and what's next, and watch age on my parents heavy breaths, and the walls of this apartment i've returned to a sojourn, i am both thankful for home, and wondering what the purpose is of all of this, of doing anything i'm doing. left, back, and same, but everything different...odd, odd...yet this is the Order of the Maker
today i studied for a little, worked on getting right the paperwork for the exam i will inshALLAH take next week, and hung with my cuzin-firend d. d an i chopped it up on ayiti, miami creole, camping and survivial-fishing, the supreme math of this path of surrender (islam), and studied apart, in quiet.
al Bari reminds me constantly in impermanence. anitchiya, as is said in the indian-buddist tradtion. the moment ends. the moment of this blog began - each thought becoming a past as soon as my fingers tapdance on this keyboard, the past a memory that is vivid for a moment, before it fleets, as i retreat for salat, to connect.
the connection (the definition of salat), grounds me into remembrance, into recalling that this is indeed a great mystery and that the only constant is change, and in this movement, worship through surrender, anchors.
i surrender to all and every, when i am walking in worship. but these breaks from family, this stagnancy in place, in seeing my family in the same situation economically, in my not coming up myself, in being single and unsure if family is in my script, makes me apprehensive...
the Maker of Order reminds me that there is an Order...to make note of this...to follow lie an equation...until the math ceases to exist...
No comments:
Post a Comment