Of Dirt

by Navid Zaidi

ماٹی قدم کریندی یار

ماٹی جوڑا، ماٹی گھوڑا
ماٹی دا اسوار
ماٹی ماٹی نوں دوڑائے
ماٹی دا کھڑکار
ماٹی قدم کریندی یار

ماٹی ماٹی نوں مارن لگی
ماٹی دا ہتھیار
جس ماٹی پر بوہتی ماٹی
تس ماٹی ہنکار
ماٹی قدم کریندی یار

ماٹی باغ بغیچہ ماٹی
ماٹی دی گل زار
ماٹی ماٹی نوں ویکھن آئی
ماٹی دی اے بہار
ماٹی قدم کریندی یار
ہس کھیڈ مڑ ماٹی ہوئیاں
پوندیاں پیر پسار
ماٹی قدم کریندی یار

ہس کھیڈ مڑ ماٹی ہوئی
ماٹی پاوں پسار
بلھا ایہہ بجھارت بوجھیں
لاہ سر بھوئیں مار

Dirt makes us swagger, O friend !

The apparel is of dirt,

The horse is of dirt ;

Of dirt is the rider.

The dirt makes the dirt flee ;

Of dirt is all clamor.

Dirt makes us swagger, O friend !

Dirt is at war with dirt ;

All weapons are made of dirt.

The dirt with much dirt over it,

Is the dirt full of pride.

Dirt makes us swagger, O friend !

Of dirt is the garden, of dirt the orchard,

Of dirt is all the glory of flowers.

Dirt has come to look at dirt ;

Of dirt comes the season of spring.

Dirt makes us swagger, O friend !

That which laughed and played became dirt again,

It now sleeps with legs outstretched.

O Bullah, if you were to solve this riddle,

You would caste aside your ego and pride.

Dirt makes us swagger, O friend !

                                      …..Bulleh Shah (18th Century Sufi poet of the Punjabi language)

 Man, a sculpture made of dirt, runs around all day without knowing that the physical body of man and all his possessions are made of dirt. This means that they are all ephemeral, passing. All the events in man’s life are seen as a phantom show by Bulleh Shah. They have neither substance nor permanence.

When a man comes to possess much wealth, in his folly he becomes haughty and egotistic. Nothing that is physical and material is free from the disease of decay and transience. The glory of spring flowers is all too fleeting.

Bulleh Shah reminds us emphatically that in the fun and frolic of our lives we are liable to forget the fact of death, which is always looming large before us. If this truth is kept before the mind, no room would be left for pride and insolence.

Poetry: Bulleh Shah; Commentary: Navid Zaidi; Musical Rendering: Umar Aziz and The Sound Chemist Studios

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Bringing About Change: The Dalai Lama Approach

by Navid Zaidi

In his book The Art of Happiness, His Holiness the Dalai Lama shows us how to defeat day to day anxiety, insecurity, anger and discouragement, difficulties common to all human beings.

According to the Dalai Lama it is possible for us to achieve happiness by working towards eliminating our negative behaviors. We can do it by using our mind which is the only equipment we need to achieve happiness.

What should be our approach to actually accomplishing this, to overcoming negative behaviors and making positive changes in our lives?

The first step involves learning, education. For example, if you are trying to stop smoking, first you have to be aware of the harmful effects of smoking. Information and public education about the harmful effects of smoking have modified people’s behavior and now far fewer people smoke in the Western countries compared to Eastern countries because of the availability of information.

However, learning is only the first step. There are other factors as well; conviction, determination, action and effort. Learning and education are important because they help one develop conviction of the need to change and help increase one’s commitment. This conviction to change then develops into determination. Next, one transforms determination into action—the strong determination to change enables one to make a sustained effort to implement the actual changes. This final factor of effort is critical.

No matter what behavior we are seeking to change, no matter what particular goal or action we are directing our efforts towards, we need to start by developing a strong willingness or wish to do it. We need to generate enthusiasm. And here, a sense of urgency is a key factor.

This sense of urgency is a powerful factor in helping us overcome problems. It gives us tremendous energy. For instance, we see it during political movements and natural disasters. There is a sense of desperation that brings a tremendous sense of urgency. Even in our daily lives when we have to meet a deadline for some project we may feel a sense of urgency and may forget that we are hungry and have no feeling of tiredness or exhaustion in pursuit of our objectives.

But sometimes we still might not have the energy to change. We feel a kind of apathy, laziness and weakness of mind. By making a steady effort we can overcome any form of negative conditioning. But still genuine change doesn’t happen overnight. Mental development takes time and there’s no quick fix.

In bringing about genuine change and inner transformation, says the Dalai Lama, it is important to set reasonable expectations. If our expectations are too high we are setting ourselves up for disappointment; if they are too low we will not achieve our true potential. So, we should never lose sight of having a realistic attitude.

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Of Monks and Mad Dogs

by Modaser Shah

If memory serves, June 21 this year, The New York Times reported that a “radical” Buddhist monk in Burma declared, apropos the Muslim minority in that country, that although Buddhism enjoined love and compassion,”one can’t sleep next to a mad dog.”

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Buddhist monk in Bangkok Thailand wearing saffron robes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It is hard to argue with that; who except Mullah Nasruddin, the foolish sage of the Sufis, perhaps, can sleep next to a mad dog? Furthermore, it is also hard to deny that there are Muslims in the world who, at times, at least, have acted like mad dogs, though the latter cannot, as far as one can tell, be accused of intending to inflict destruction on self and others.

Although I can’t be certain, statistically, it is quite possible that Burma has its share of such, i.e., Muslims who have at times acted “like mad dogs.” So the monk may have had a point; and yet he seems to have missed another point. The point, it seems to me, is that there are human beings who, at times, act like mad dogs. What is one to do about this undeniable fact?

There is no answer, as the Biblical story of Job makes crystal clear, though it doesn’t directly refer to mad dog-like behavior by humans. (That this clarity from God is all too often missed or glossed over is a theme that requires a whole separate blog post.)  So, an answer is lacking. To be more precise, the kind of total and generalized answer that the spiritual greed in us humans makes us crave—one that will make further struggle and deep thought superfluous, the kind of answer that will make life easy ever after—is not available.

To be sure, there are little answers, little things that can be done, little truths that can be grasped (refer to Lacan’s saying that a little bit of truth should suffice). But the craving greed in us will not let us be content with such little things; we must have or find the BIG TRUTH, preferably without too much difficulty or suffering. And when there are no such answers, it can be an extremely painful, indeed intolerable position to be in. This unknowing, knowing one doesn’t know (one form of Absolute Knowing per Hegel, as interpreted by Žižek) is, as mentioned, a painful yet unavoidable prelude to the deeper journey. For the mystic traditions, it seems to be important to tarry in this abyss, this darkness. (Nasruddin’s looking for the key, lost in the dark, in a lighted area is showing us where not to look.)

A common way out of this state of helplessness and not knowing, a huge affront to our narcissism, is to resort to some kind of “omnipotent” or “magical” (as it is termed in psychoanalysis) posture, to generalize and cling to an ideology, or to bury one’s head in the “ashes” of a tradition; and when one does this, suddenly it is all clear, you have all the answers. Now you can safely think within the box.

Says Gerald G May, MD, in The Dark Night of the Soul: “The darkness, the holy unknowing that characterizes this freedom (i.e.,the freedom to be who we really are), is the opposite of confusion and ignorance. Confusion happens when mystery is an enemy and we feel we must solve it to master our destinies. And ignorance is not knowing that we do not know. In the liberation of the night, we are freed from having to figure things out, and we find delight in knowing that we do not know.”

According to Stephen Grosz in The Examined Life: “We are vehemently faithful to our own view of the world, our story. We want to know what new story we’re stepping into before we exit the old one. We don’t want an exit if we don’t know exactly where it is going to take us, even—or perhaps especially—in an emergency.”

The monk, it seems, has looked into the abyss, that of acting like a mad dog, and, it seems as though, the abyss has looked back into him. The result seems to be that he sees this tendency, this potential, almost everywhere where he wishes to see it, except inside the hearts of the community he leads, and himself. This refusal to see and think about bad things inside ourselves, complemented by our eagerness to see them in others, can strengthen their impact on our words and actions. Hence,the oddly shocking and confusing effect of the monk’s words on the media and his seeming trouble anticipating the potential consequences of his words. In this, he is showing us, even more than Nasruddin, that he is human, all too human, which is to say, all too Muslim, all too Sunni or Shi’a, all too……(fill in the blank).

A quote variously ascribed to Gustav Mahler or Thomas More goes as follows: “Tradition ist nicht das Halten der Asche, sondern das Weitergeben der Flamme” or “Tradition is not holding onto the ashes, but the passing on of the flame.”

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An Open Letter to the Name Chameleon

by Ali Hammad

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LETTER: TO THE ONE WHO REVELS IN NAMES

Dear Name Chameleon,

Here’s a question: To what purpose your myriad names—names that fuel feuds, battles, and wars; each name a group identity; each group suspicious of other groups; names that breed fear, paranoia, mistrust, anger, hatred?

Second question: Where exactly do you live? Some have assigned you various homes on the planet Earth. Others say you live in the heavens, above the Seventh Heaven, or something. That is much too far. I don’t know where to send this letter. I guess I will just leave as an open letter on the web.

Sincerely,

Just-a-person

REPLY: TO THE ONE WHO DWELLS ON NAMES

Dear Just-a-person,

I am nameless. You’re the one who has given me all those names. They can serve a purpose, but only if used wisely. In order to find something, one may need to be able to name it first. My names can be a path to me, but don’t misuse them.

You ask where to send your letter. How about your own street address? Your own personal mailbox? I live within you, as do all the heavens. Delve into yourself and find me. Come. I am waiting.

Sincerely,

One-who-doesn’t-need-a-name

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Finding Balance

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by Navid Zaidi

Developing a flexible approach to living is instrumental in helping us cope with everyday problems. ‘Balance’ becomes a key element of a happy life.

A balanced and skilful approach to life, taking care to avoid extremes, is an important factor in our existence, explains the Dalai Lama in his book The Art of Happiness. It is important in all aspects of life. Too much or too little of anything can have destructive effects.

This gentle approach applies to healthy mental and emotional growth, as well. For example, says the Dalai Lama, if we find ourselves arrogant then the antidote is to think about our own limitations to bring us more down to earth. On the other hand if we find ourselves helpless, discouraged and depressed, then thinking about our achievements and positive qualities can uplift our spirit.

In other words, this skilful balanced approach is like a voltage stabilizer. It prevents irregular power surges to give you a stable and constant source of power.

This also applies to our spiritual growth. Even in observing religious practices we should not be extreme.

The Quran says: ‘We have willed you to be a community of the middle way.‘ (2:143)

The Dalai Lama goes on to explain that our tendency to go to extremes is often fueled by an underlying feeling of discontentment. Another factor that leads to extreme thinking is narrow-mindedness.

Contact dispels narrow-mindedness. When we come in contact with different traditions and learn about them, we come closer to each other, realizing that among humanity there are so many different mental dispositions. Through closer contact with other traditions we can realize the positive things about them, and that can give rise to a comfortable feeling of fellowship.

Essay by Navid Zaidi; photo by Ali Hammad

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Muhammad Ali and Miyamoto Musashi, George Foreman and Sasaki Kojiro

by Modaser Shah

Muhammad Ali, who engaged in more 'fight of th...

Muhammad Ali, who engaged in more ‘fight of the year’ contests than any other fighter in boxing history, spanning almost two decades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In 1974, in the legendary Rumble in the Jungle, in Zaire, Muhammad Ali, beyond his prime, faced George Foreman, a formidable opponent at his physical peak, as an underdog, with even his fans and well wishers not holding much hope of eluding a knock-out, much less winning. I recall the air of heaviness and gloom with which commentators made their predictions, as though a hero was, tragically, about to fall. However, they were wrong and Ali won by a knock-out.

About 360 years before this epic duel, thousands of miles to the east, on the Ganryu Island, in Japan, two samurai warriors met in a duel of equally epic proportions, with the difference that this was a duel to death. Miyamoto Musashi, Japan’s foremost swordsman, a cautious and tortured soul, destined to be much more than a swordsman, met a dashing, brash and formidable and over-powering opponent, Sasaki Kojiro.

Miyamoto Musashi, self-portrait

Miyamoto Musashi, self-portrait (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Again, there apparently was gloom in the air and even Musashi’s well-wishers did not think he had much of a chance. When the dust settled, Musashi had felled his erstwhile undefeated, fearless and fearsome foe.

What have boxing and martial arts to do with mysticism, specifically Sufism? The connection between martial arts and Zen, at least on the surface, seems less far-fetched.

If Sufism is thought of as a way to develop the spiritual layers or capacities of the personality, though not only these, and not as an avoidance of the rough and tumble of the real world, then there should not be any surprise that there, indeed, is a connection. Sufism can appear in the most unlikely places. Thus Sufis can be warriors, soldiers, janitors, doctors, nurses, weavers of cloth, cobblers, craftsmen of all stripes, artists, poets, writers, even polticians and lawyers, although the degree of difficulty in joining the caravan of Sufis can, obviously, vary a great deal. It is likely that the person who is a Sufi may not even know, or care, that he qualifies as one. In fact, I would venture to go so far as to say that the majority of Sufis, especially before this appellation made its appearance, were not aware that they could be described with a common label. And this state of affairs may still exist for many. Sufis are Sufis. What they or we call them does not matter that much, although for us ordinary mortals, at least, discovering the fact that one has been on the Sufi path may help affirm one’s identity and direction, seeing that one is part of a fellowship of seekers. Recall the saying” the map is not the territory.” The territory covered by the term preceded it.

Back to Ali et al. At the time of the fight with Ali, Foreman, like Kojiro at the time of his fated duel, had the utmost confidence in his power, physical prowess and techniques, and had not paid much attention to the nurturing of his psychological and spiritual layers. In fact, it can be said that the loss was critical in waking Foreman up to these dimensions and he did show evidence of development in these areas over the following years. Kojiro, unfortunately, lost his life in the duel and didn’t have that opportunity, at least on this shore of eternity.

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枯木鳴鵙図 Kobokumeigekizu, by Miyamoto Musashi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Muhammad Ali’s spiritual journey had already begun prior to the fight and, as we all know, he has continued on this journey, to this day; he seems to have made great progress and he is probably, in my opinion, on the Sufi path. Like many Sufis, he might wish to remain a hidden seeker.

What about Musashi? There is as much to say about him as there is about Ali. Perhaps, we will go into some detail at some future time, but for now, I wished to hint at some of the unmistakeable similarities between these two remarkable warriors, separated by almost 400 years and thousands of miles; this is particularly the case when one tries to dig into the deeper layers of their personalities and their higher inclinations and aspirations.

Musashi ends his renowned treatise on swordsmanship Gorin no Sho with a chapter titled Kuu no Maki, where kuu means empty. He summarizes his thoughts on this complex topic in a few sentences.These sentences have acted, especially for seekers in the field of martial arts, as sources of inspiration and as a sort of a ko-an. He says that one can come to know, not without a life long struggle, the unknowable by knowing the knowable, or non-being by knowing being. Ultimately, the void is a state of the absence of maya or illusions or, in my opinion, becoming able to see things as they are.

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A Sufi Thought for the Week (Malihabadi)

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A perceptive person could have found proof of the Truth in a single dawn, without any additional confirmations…A verse of Josh Malihabadi (Urdu poet of the 20th century) in loose translation.

Thought contributed by Aziz Anjum; photo by Ali Hammad

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Sufi Snaps: Foreshadowing (A photo)

by Ali Hammad

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A Bit of Truth

by Modaser Shah

In his interesting, even entertaining, albeit difficult-to-read book titled LESS THAN NOTHING, Slavoj Žižek ascribes the following quote to Winston Churchill: “Men stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened,” and the following to Jacques Lacan: “One does not need to learn all of the truth. A little bit is sufficient.”

Even the little bits of truth that one might stumble upon need to be valued and reflected upon, rather than discarded as worthless.  An open-minded attitude, but without excessive gullibility, is needed for this.  An attitude of all or nothing or nothing but the best can be a major obstacle on the journey toward and on the Way of the mystic.

In his book ZEN, A Way of Life, Christmas Humphreys offers the following: “When the mind is disturbed, the multiplicity of things is produced; when the mind is quieted, they disappear…Dhyana is the process of this quieting…it leads to…Samdhi, a condition of consciousness when the waves are stilled.”  There is a saying that when one wants one’s dreams to come true, one must wake up.  Waking up, i.e., using the light of one’s consciousness is required; however, equally important is the sharpening of consciousness, or polishing the mirror, in Sufi terminology, through meditative practice—essentially a stilling of the waves.

Here I’d like to recount a popular Sufi story that I also discussed in a previous post.  When Mullah Nasruddin, the wise fool, lost a key while walking down a dark alley, he kept on walking until he reached a lit street before beginning to look for it, his logic being that it’s easier to look for lost things in the light than in the dark.

This action is contrary to common sense and can be described by Bonhoeffer’s following quote: “When you board the wrong train, it doesn’t make sense to run along the corridor in the other direction.”  So Nasruddin, in doing what he did, is on a Bonhoeffer train, apparently moving towards convenience of ‘light’ but away from the darkness where the lost article is.

In an article titled The View from Fiesole in the July 10, 2013 issue of the Journal of American Medical Association Dr. Hergott quotes Jalaluddin Rumi, the Sufi poet:

Close both eyes

To see with the other eye        

Rumi here brings to mind Nasruddin’s misdirected quest for his lost key in the light, when he should be looking in the dark.

T.S. Eliot says in his Choruses from “The Rock:” All knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.  Then he poses the question: Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?

States Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil: Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you.

How does the above relate to Mullah Nasruddin’s anecdote? In Mullah Nasruddin’s case, it can be said that the light under which he is searching represents what is known, i.e., the light of knowledge based on the senses and logic. As he gets closer to the edges of light, he is closer to the dark, i.e., ignorance, or the abyss where the lost wisdom or the key to something lies.  The Mullah seems to be indicating how the convenience of looking where our eyes can see and our fear of venturing beyond the edges of the consciously known world keeps us from finding what we are looking for, perhaps wisdom, lost connections, lost parts of ourselves.  As Nietzsche points out, this fear is not entirely unfounded, for we might get lost, be engulfed by the abyss of darkness, superstition, corruption and evil, or we might lose our way and get trapped, in a kind of insanity, as the well-known case of Mansur the Sufi shows.  He wandered out into the streets shouting, “I am the Truth, I am the Truth.”  He was put to death for this blasphemy.  Of course, those who found him guilty and worthy of execution, had already been engulfed by the monsters of “light” in the dark abyss.  Like Job’s three friends, they thought they were defending God (Truth), as if God needed clever and knowledgeable ignoramuses for protection! This light in the dark, i.e., knowledge, intelligence and logic, when applied in the wrong place, as did Nasruddin in the anecdote, can seem deadly to those who care about the wisdom/love/truth that lie beyond the edges of light.

More than likely, God has not requested any human being to guard his name or reputation.  So what did Mansur threaten?  I suspect it was not God but ideas or concepts about Him held by the inquisitors and the establishment—their iconic ideas, their inner idols.  Mansur, in other words, was a threat to the mental and spiritual status quo, the established dogmas and doctrines.  If you see it that way, you may agree that Mullah Nasruddin, at whose foolishness we are supposed to laugh, is the one who gets the last laugh.

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Sufi Snaps: Masterpiece (A photo and a story)

by Ali Hammad

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THE GOLDEN CALF

Let me introduce myself. But I will not tell you my name. If I gave you my name, I will need no introduction.

I am a painter who is known for his realist aesthetic. Idealization and mannerism in art, I dislike. I am famous for my devotion to realism—naturalism à la Caravaggio. I am a master of contrast—chiaroscuro as it’s called in art. I create light from dark, and dark from light. (And, too, I turn canvases into millions of dollars.)

Most of you, by now, know who I am, but for those slow on the uptake, I am Haroon (Aaron to some) the Painter, more famous than da Vinci or Rembrandt, and certainly richer.

There was a time when I was unknown and poor, selling only a few paintings here and there, for pennies, like mediocre artists would. But I was never mediocre, only unrecognized. That was until the day I took a walk in the countryside that I used to live in.

On a summer day several years ago, I wandered far on a forgotten, unpaved country road. To a happier soul, the day would have been brilliant. For me, it was hot and rueful, as blue as a succession of untold numbers of days past.

I came upon a golden cow, her head and trunk jutting forth from tall, untended prairie grass. She seemed like a statue, motionless and oblivious to a number of flies resting on its face.

In retrospect, it was a beautiful sight, but I was too preoccupied by my failure in my profession to take in the sights. I paused only for a second or two, and then walked past the cow. That’s when I heard a curt “Moo.”

I turned back and looked. Could it have been the cow? “Moo to you, too,” I said with a sneer and walked on.

“You seem a little blue,” came a voice.

I turned around and looked at the cow. “You can’t be talking; are you?”

“Sure I am. I am the golden calf. I can do anything. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. I am just new to talking to cows,” I said, swallowing my astonishment.

“I can grant wishes to those who abide by me. You want to try me?” she said.

I nodded a non-committal nod.

“What’s your name?” she asked

“Haroon. Some call me Aaron.”

“What’s pulling you down?”

“My failure.”

“Failure?”

“I am a failed artist,” I said, and then gave her a brief description of my vocation.

“Ah, all you need is a masterpiece, an icon for the world,” she said. “The world is in love with idols—political idols, religious idols, romantic idols, movie idols, sports idols, arts idols, ethnic idols, et cetera.”

“And where do I find one of those.”

“Paint me,” she said. “You are a realist. Don’t embellish. Just paint me in all my golden glory—a new icon for the world. And what better person to do it than one named Haroon or Aaron!”

“And will that bring me money and fame?” I asked, ignoring her scriptural references.

“Try me. Maybe I’m the cash cow you’re looking for.”

I laughed.

“Moo,” she said.

“Moo?” I inquired, bemused.

“Moo-lah,” she answered.

I laughed again, took a picture of her with my cell phone, went home and painted my masterpiece: The Golden Calf.

Money and fame poured in. I became rich and known. What happened after that is a different story—a story for another time, perhaps.

Photo and story by Ali Hammad

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