Some come to the Ocean crying,
Some come to the Ocean dying,
Some come to the Ocean busy talking,
While others come to the Ocean
Listening to the Ocean speaking,
Some come to the Ocean seeking Truth,
In search of Mercy, longing for Peace,
While some come to the Ocean seeking power
To dominate and rule over ‘the others’,
Some come to the Ocean laughing,
Some come to the Ocean in tears,
Some come to the Ocean as actors,
Reciting a script, but who was the writer?
Some come to the Ocean as Muslims,
Some come to the Ocean dressed as Christians,
Some come to the Ocean as Jews and Hindus,
While others come bedecked as agnostics,
But none are more intriguing then the atheists,
As they paddle and swim close to shore,
Warmly saying to anyone there;
“There is no Ocean here!
There is no Ocean anywhere!”
However you may come to the Ocean,
Dressed in your assumptions,
Robed in your knowledge,
Hidden in your veil,
Crowned in your ignorance
Or humbled by Wisdom,
Once you are in,
There is only the Ocean,
There is no more you, no more others,
Just as far as your soul may perceive,
An infinite expanse of water,
Beautiful and mysterious,
From the glittering sea for those who remember,
Into the frigid sunless depth of forgetfulness.
There is none but the Ocean here,
And Muhammad is His Master Mariner.
Cut the Bull. However we may come to God, He sees through us. Through all our lies, through all our pretense, we who are perhaps so drowned in worldly deception, that we find it hard to see between our own truths, half-lies and lies.
We are Man! For there is no place for falsehood of the ego in the Ocean of Mercy, the Ocean of Truth. Our ego will fight bitterly to stay out of the water. “Be safe, here, Taufiq! This is where we belong, on land, not in the ocean! The sea is for fishes! We are Man!”
But the ego does not speak for Man. The ego speaks for itself, and it knows that in the vastness of the Ocean, it will amount to nothing, it will account for nothing, not even a slight murmur in the water.
Man may have been borne on land, and our very body made of the very clay that forms the land. But our spirit? It is forever yearning for out true home, bent to the siren call of the Ocean, guided by the sunnah (traditions) of the Master Mariner himself, Nabi Muhammad (saws). So you see, the sea is waiting for you, sunshine. In this journey, may I follow you?
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way