by Al Wuq
I Have once again been sitting by night on the open porch on the South side of the old convent here at home in southern Minnesota, and looking deep through my father’s old binoculars into the busy skies in the centre of this home galaxy of ours; amazing it is to me to consider that, at least in the perception of not a few Sufis, the self-awareness that has just made its fragile material beginnings here in Old Earth shall one day fill and, indeed, consume at least this entire universe. It is one of those ‘final’ sort of religious statements that for so long have bedevilled humankind, so that naturally the angel guided our nebi MuHammad (pbuh) to state it clearly: that this islam indeed is to be the last of these religions. It is a sad necessity of all creatures sooner or later to have to grow up and embark upon existence on their own. That is all a bit to take in, of course, and so I for one am content at the close of these hot Ramadan days in my jahilyya family-lands to gaze happily on present beauty. Timelessness is more than enough for me, if you don’t mind. It is truly more than enough for any mortal man or woman to even try to behold, above all to feel, real beauty; and, the low growled curses in the garden darkness around me, of my dear cats all slanging and damning one another, remind me how I am, and so are all I love and hate, trapped in this present biological and political curse, of molecular and organic, above all not-efficient, protoplasm. The M7 and M8 clusters all as glorious as beloved daughters’ tattoos then are the remedy for grief, lest anyone should be tempted to give up all hope, not so much in any particular ‘future’ as in all that lies — Beyond!
These two lovely congregations of stars, like the NeoCon Americans and the ‘terrorists’ foregathered in their respective mosques, may be seen clearly in any good pair of 10×50 binoculars; they lie moreover in more or less a North-South line that comes close to bisecting the exact galactic centre. Unlike the more excitable Americans and the prancing bomb-throwers among my brother muslim, though, these stars in their magical communities are actually restful to see. And so now, and until the dawn, subaH al-Khair, ya suhabi kufar!
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[25 August 2010]