Al-Fattaah
The Opener, The Reliever, The Judge, The One who opens for His slaves the closed worldy and religious matters.

The blissful state reveals itself as a shining light, as a luminescence permeating the still field of the mind. There is a sense of light from an undefined "above," silence, a fullness of vitality, and deep rest.In sacred poetry, particularly in Zen poetry, this is often expressed as the full moon in the night sky. The moon is the individual consciousness that shines only by reflecting the constant light of the sun, which is unbounded awareness. Individual consciousness, like the moon, waxes and wanes, sometimes bright and clear, sometimes dark. When the moon, consciousness, is full, it is round, whole, complete, perfectly reflecting the light of divine awareness. The full moon is enlightenment. It is Buddha-mind. It is the soft light that illumines the land below when all is at rest.Some Taoist and Buddhist poetry speaks enigmatically of the sun shining within the moon. These poems are referring to the state of full enlightenment when pure awareness (the sun) shines unhindered through the enlightened individual consciousness (the moon).The full moon reminds us of the ultimate in awareness and spiritual presence. The new moon, in its darkness, can represent the "death" of complete egolessness or encountering the unknowable nature of the Mystery...

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter."

To A Butterfly
STAY near me--do not take thy flight!A little longer stay in sight!Much converse do I find in thee,Historian of my infancy!Float near me; do not yet depart!Dead times revive in thee:Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!A solemn image to my heart,My father's family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays,My sister Emmeline and ITogether chased the butterfly!A very hunter did I rushUpon the prey:--with leaps and springsI followed on from brake to bush;But she, God love her, feared to brushThe dust from off its wings.
- William Wordsworth- Photo Credit: Phoolanjaya

There is no place for place!By Hakim Sanai(1044? - 1150?)English version by Ivan M. Granger
There is no place for place!How can a placehouse the maker of all space,or the vast sky enclosethe maker of heaven?He told me:"I am a homeless treasure.The world was madeto give you a place to standand see me."Tell me, if the one you seekis placeless,why put your shoes on?The real roadis found by polishing, polishing the mirror of your heart.

Al-Razzaaq
The Sustainer, The Provider.

Make yourself free from self at one stroke!Like a sword be without trace of soft iron;Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition.--rumi