William Dalrymple on The Sufis

PRESIDENT OBAMA’S eloquent endorsement on Friday of a planned Islamic cultural center near the World Trade Center, followed by his apparent retreat the next day, was just one of many paradoxes at the heart of the increasingly impassioned controversy.

We have seen the Anti-Defamation League, an organization dedicated to ending “unjust and unfair discrimination,” seek to discriminate against American Muslims. We have seen Newt Gingrich depict the organization behind the center — the Cordoba Initiative, which is dedicated to “improving Muslim-West relations” and interfaith dialogue — as a “deliberately insulting” and triumphalist force attempting to built a monument to Muslim victory near the site of the twin towers.

Most laughably, we have seen politicians like Rick Lazio, a Republican candidate for New York governor, question whether Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf, the principal figure behind the project, might have links to “radical organizations.”

The problem with such claims goes far beyond the fate of a mosque in downtown Manhattan. They show a dangerously inadequate understanding of the many divisions, complexities and nuances within the Islamic world — a failure that hugely hampers Western efforts to fight violent Islamic extremism and to reconcile Americans with peaceful adherents of the world’s second-largest religion.

Most of us are perfectly capable of making distinctions within the Christian world. The fact that someone is a Boston Roman Catholic doesn’t mean he’s in league with Irish Republican Army bomb makers, just as not all Orthodox Christians have ties to Serbian war criminals or Southern Baptists to the murderers of abortion doctors.

Yet many of our leaders have a tendency to see the Islamic world as a single, terrifying monolith. Had the George W. Bush administration been more aware of the irreconcilable differences between the Salafist jihadists of Al Qaeda and the secular Baathists of Saddam Hussein’s Iraq, the United States might never have blundered into a disastrous war, and instead kept its focus on rebuilding post-Taliban Afghanistan while the hearts and minds of the Afghans were still open to persuasion.

Feisal Abdul Rauf of the Cordoba Initiative is one of America’s leading thinkers of Sufism, the mystical form of Islam, which in terms of goals and outlook couldn’t be farther from the violent Wahhabism of the jihadists. His videos and sermons preach love, the remembrance of God (or “zikr”) and reconciliation. His slightly New Agey rhetoric makes him sound, for better or worse, like a Muslim Deepak Chopra. But in the eyes of Osama bin Laden and the Taliban, he is an infidel-loving, grave-worshiping apostate; they no doubt regard him as a legitimate target for assassination.

For such moderate, pluralistic Sufi imams are the front line against the most violent forms of Islam. In the most radical parts of the Muslim world, Sufi leaders risk their lives for their tolerant beliefs, every bit as bravely as American troops on the ground in Baghdad and Kabul do. Sufism is the most pluralistic incarnation of Islam — accessible to the learned and the ignorant, the faithful and nonbelievers — and is thus a uniquely valuable bridge between East and West.

The great Sufi saints like the 13th-century Persian poet Rumi held that all existence and all religions were one, all manifestations of the same divine reality. What was important was not the empty ritual of the mosque, church, synagogue or temple, but the striving to understand that divinity can best be reached through the gateway of the human heart: that we all can find paradise within us, if we know where to look. In some ways Sufism, with its emphasis on love rather than judgment, represents the New Testament of Islam.

While the West remains blind to the divisions and distinctions within Islam, the challenge posed by the Sufi vision of the faith is not lost on the extremists. This was shown most violently on July 2, when the Pakistani Taliban organized a double-suicide bombing of the Data Darbar, the largest Sufi shrine in Lahore,Pakistan’s second-largest city. The attack took place on a Thursday night, when the shrine was at its busiest; 42 people were killed and 175 were injured.

This was only the latest in a series of assaults against Pakistan’s Sufis. In May, Peeru’s Cafe in Lahore, a cultural center where I had recently performed with a troupe of Sufi musicians, was bombed in the middle of its annual festival. An important site in a tribal area of the northwest — the tomb of Haji Sahib of Turangzai, a Sufi persecuted under British colonial rule for his social work — has been forcibly turned into a Taliban headquarters. Two shrines near Peshawar, the mausoleum of Bahadar Baba and the shrine of Abu Saeed Baba, have been destroyed by rocket fire.

Symbolically, however, the most devastating Taliban attack occurred last spring at the shrine of the 17th-century poet-saint Rahman Baba, at the foot of the Khyber Pass in northwest Pakistan. For centuries, the complex has been a place for musicians and poets to gather, and Rahman Baba’s Sufi verses had long made him the national poet of the Pashtuns living on both sides of the Afghanistan-Pakistan border. “I am a lover, and I deal in love,” wrote the saint. “Sow flowers,/ so your surroundings become a garden./ Don’t sow thorns; for they will prick your feet./ We are all one body./ Whoever tortures another, wounds himself.”

THEN, about a decade ago, a Saudi-financed religious school, or madrasa, was built at the end of the path leading to the shrine. Soon its students took it upon themselves to halt what they see as the un-Islamic practices of Rahman Baba’s admirers. When I last visited it in 2003, the shrine-keeper, Tila Mohammed, described how young students were coming regularly to complain that his shrine was a center of idolatry and immorality.

“My family have been singing here for generations,” he told me. “But now these madrasa students come and tell us that what we do is wrong. They tell women to stay at home. This used to be a place where people came to get peace of mind. Now when they come here they just encounter more problems.”

Then, one morning in early March 2009, a group of Pakistani Taliban arrived at the shrine before dawn and placed dynamite packages around the squinches supporting the shrine’s dome. In the ensuing explosion, the mausoleum was destroyed, but at least nobody was killed. The Pakistani Taliban quickly took credit, blaming the shrine’s administrators for allowing women to pray and seek healing there.

The good news is that Sufis, though mild, are also resilient. While the Wahhabis have become dominant in northern Pakistan ever since we chose to finance their fight against the Soviets in Afghanistan, things are different in Sindh Province in southern Pakistan. Sufis are putting up a strong resistance on behalf of the pluralist, composite culture that emerged in the course of a thousand years of cohabitation between Hinduism and Islam.

Last year, when I visited a shrine of the saint Lal Shahbaz Qalandar in the town of Sehwan, I was astonished by the strength and the openness of the feelings against those puritan mullahs who criticize as heresy all homage to Sufi saints.

“I feel that it is my duty to protect both the Sufi saints, just as they have protected me,” one woman told me. “Today in our Pakistan there are so many of these mullahs and Wahhabis who say that to pay respect to the saints in their shrines is heresy. Those hypocrites! They sit there reading their law books and arguing about how long their beards should be, and fail to listen to the true message of the prophet.”

There are many like her; indeed, until recently Sufism was the dominant form of Islam in South Asia. And her point of view shows why the West would do well to view Sufis as natural allies against the extremists. A 2007 study by the RAND Corporation found that Sufis’ open, intellectual interpretation of Islam makes them ideal “partners in the effort to combat Islamist extremism.”

Sufism is an entirely indigenous, deeply rooted resistance movement against violent Islamic radicalism. Whether it can be harnessed to a political end is not clear. But the least we can do is to encourage the Sufis in our own societies. Men like Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf should be embraced as vital allies, and we should have only contempt for those who, through ignorance or political calculation, attempt to conflate them with the extremists.

William Dalrymple is the author, most recently, of “Nine Lives: In Search of the Sacred in Modern India.”

Manual for Climbing Mountains

Manual for Climbing Mountains

–by Paulo Coelho , Original Story, Dec 20, 2011


A] Choose the mountain you want to climb
: don’t pay attention to what other people say, such as “that one’s more beautiful” or “this one’s easier”. You’ll be spending lots of energy and enthusiasm to reach your objective, so you’re the only one responsible and you should be sure of what you’re doing.

B] Know how to get close to it: mountains are often seen from far off – beautiful, interesting, full of challenges. But what happens when we try to draw closer? Roads run all around them, flowers grow between you and your objective, what seemed so clear on the map is tough in real life. So try all the paths and all the tracks until eventually one day you’re standing in front of the top that you yearn to reach.

C] Learn from someone who has already been up there: 
no matter how unique you feel, there is always someone who has had the same dream before you and ended up leaving marks that can make your journey easier; places to hang the rope, trails, broken branches to make the walking easier. The climb is yours, so is the responsibility, but don’t forget that the experience of others can help a lot.

D] When seen up close, dangers are controllable
: when you begin to climb the mountain of your dreams, pay attention to the surroundings. There are cliffs, of course. There are almost imperceptible cracks in the mountain rock. There are stones so polished by storms that they have become as slippery as ice. But if you know where you are placing each footstep, you will notice the traps and how to get around them.

E] The landscape changes, so enjoy it:
 of course, you have to have an objective in mind – to reach the top. But as you are going up, more things can be seen, and it’s no bother to stop now and again and enjoy the panorama around you. At every meter conquered, you can see a little further, so use this to discover things that you still had not noticed.

F] Respect your body: you can only climb a mountain if you give your body the attention it deserves. You have all the time that life grants you, as long as you walk without demanding what can’t be granted. If you go too fast you will grow tired and give up half way there. If you go too slow, night will fall and you will be lost. Enjoy the scenery, take delight in the cool spring water and the fruit that nature generously offers you, but keep on walking.

G] Respect your soul: 
don’t keep repeating “I’m going to make it”. Your soul already knows that, what it needs is to use the long journey to be able to grow, stretch along the horizon, touch the sky. An obsession does not help you at all to reach your objective, and even ends up taking the pleasure out of the climb. But pay attention: also, don’t keep saying “it’s harder than I thought”, because that will make you lose your inner strength.

H] Be prepared to climb one kilometer more: the way up to the top of the mountain is always longer than you think. Don’t fool yourself, the moment will arrive when what seemed so near is still very far. But since you were prepared to go beyond, this is not really a problem.

I] Be happy when you reach the top
: cry, clap your hands, shout to the four winds that you did it, let the wind – the wind is always blowing up there – purify your mind, refresh your tired and sweaty feet, open your eyes, clean the dust from your heart. It feels so good, what was just a dream before, a distant vision, is now part of your life, you did it!

J] Make a promise: now that you have discovered a force that you were not even aware of, tell yourself that from now on you will use this force for the rest of your days. Preferably, also promise to discover another mountain, and set off on another adventure.

L] Tell your story: yes, tell your story! Give your example. Tell everyone that it’s possible, and other people will then have the courage to face their own mountains.

If you would like to know more about the work that Dr Meath Conlan does as a Spiritual Director and Tour Director for small groups desiring to visit culturally rich and exotic places, please send an email: meath@diversejourneys.com

 

Lauds: Wednesday

Bede Griffiths receives the gift of flowers on his birthday at Shantivanam (1989). He constantly manifested the truth of Carlisle's saying: "Not what you possess, but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth."

Lauds Wednesday:

The real world is the world as it exists eternally in God. What we see is a shadow of this real world. Our senses present everything to us divided in space and time; our reason, which is based on the senses, can never get beyond these limitations. Science is essentially an illusory knowledge, knowledge of the appearance of things in time and space. It is a knowledge of the real, but of the real as it appears in time and space. It is like the knowledge the senses give of the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky. There is a real sun, moon and stars, but the way in which they appear to us is illusory. The utmost elaboration of physics and astronomy does not dispel this illusion. To see the world as it is, the sun, moon, the stars, the earth and everything in it, would be to see the Word, where every movement in time and space is gathered to a point. It is like listening to a symphony, where, in order to comprehend the whole, one follows note by note, distinguishing every instrument and waits for nearly an hour until it is completed. But an integral vision would grasp the symphony as a whole, in every detail of its parts, in indivisible unity. We begin to experience this ourselves as we grow familiar with a symphony, a poem, a painting – we grasp the whole, in all its parts, and the parts in the whole. If we could grasp our whole life like this, know everything that has moulded our being in its integral wholeness, we should begin to know ourselves. This is what is promised in the beatific vision – to know ourselves and everyone and everything in their integral and indivisible unity in the Word. [Return to the Centre, p. 29]

A certain father had two sons, and both of them he gave to the Master to be taught of the Lord:

After a number of years the boys returned home, saluting their father with due reverence and affection.

Their father asked of the elder son, ‘Tell me, my boy, what have you learned of the Lord?’

This son recited many verses, and quoted from the scriptures to show the extent of his knowledge concerning the Lord. His father heard him in silence.

He said to the younger son, ‘What do you know of the Lord?’

The younger son hung his head down and remained silent. His father said to him, ‘Truly, my boy, you know! For the Lord is unspeakable! May you be in Him always! Amen!’

  • Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

“The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.” – Blaise Pascal

That is full, this is full.

From fullness, fullness proceeds.

Removing fullness from fullness,

fullness alone remains.

    • Brihadaranyaka Upanishad

I know that Great Person

of the brightness of the sun,

beyond the darkness.

Only by knowing Him

one goes beyond death.

There is no other way to go.

    • Svetasvatara Upanishad

Thou at the imperishable,

the highest end of knowledge,

the support of this vast universe.

Though art the everlasting ruler

of the law of righteousness,

the Spirit who is and was

at the beginning.

    • Baghavad Gita

Light that has been kindled within me to spread abroad the light of Your grace and to dispel the darkness of my self-life.

Light that has been kindled within me to dispel my illusion and to give the immortal life more and more.

Light of wisdom, You illumine the lofty crown of the scriptures.

    • Ramalinga Swami

“Reason’s last step is the recognition that there are an infinite number of things that are beyond it.” – Blaise Pascal

“I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing of the seashore of knowledge; and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” – Isaac Newton

Sunday: Lauds

Bede Griffiths' gentle, invitatory style of teaching was always accompanied by wonderful hand movements. "We owe our lives to our parents; but to our teachers we owe the knowledge of how to live."

Lauds Sunday:

Every great religious tradition has known that the words used to speak about God would loose their meaning and become false if not referred to the Transcendent Mystery beyond all words. To say that God is good or wise or just or even that God is Being, Truth or the Absolute is simply untrue if used in their ordinary sense. They bare signs that point beyond themselves to the Inexpressible, the Unfathomable. This is true of Christianity no less than all other religions. The Incarnation belongs to the world of signs – it makes the Reality present but it cannot disclose it. Indeed the whole world is a sign of this Mystery. It is everywhere and nowhere. Everything speaks of it – the evil as well as the good, the pain and misery of life as well as the joy and the beauty – but remains hidden. To speak of it is to already betray it: it is known in the silence of the world and of the self. [Return to the Centre, pp. 26-27]

There is something undefined and complete, coming into existence before heaven and earth. How still it was and formless, standing alone, and undergoing no change, reaching everywhere and in no danger of being exhausted. It may be regarded as the Mother of all things. 

Tao Te Ching XXV

And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with a joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply infused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and the mind of man;

A motion, and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of thoughts,

And rolls through all things.

  • William Wordsworth

Earth’s crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God!

But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Life is pure flame, and we live by an invisible sun within us.”

  • Sir Thomas Browne

Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in heaven. . . . You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars. . . . Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world. . . .

  • Unknown

O God, where can I find you? Your glory fills the world.

Behold, I find You in the mind free to sail by its own star,

In words that spring from the depth of truth,

Where the scientist toils to unravel Your world’s secrets,

Where the artist makes beauty in Your world,

Where men and women struggle for freedom in Your world,

Among the lonely and poor, the lowly and lost,

Wherever noble deeds are done.

Behold, I find You

In the merry shouts of children at play,

In the mother’s lullaby, as she rocks her baby to sleep,

In the sleep that falls ion an infant’s eyes,

And in the smile that plays on sleeping lips,

And in the child as she grows to embrace a world full of wonders,

A world of sun and light, of food and drink, laughter,

And dream, and the mystery of love.

Behold, I find You

In the life that dances in my blood,

In death knocking on the doors of life,

And in birth, as the generations ever renew themselves.

O God, where can I find You? Your glory fills the world!

I find You here where I am, O God. I find You here.

  • Rabindranath Tagore

The most beautiful and most profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical. It is the sower of all true science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in the most primitive form – this knowledge, this feeling is at the centre of true religiousness. The cosmic religious experience is the strongest and oldest mainspring of scientific research. My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble minds. That deeply emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, forms my idea of God.

  • Albert Einstein  (Trans. Alan Harris)

Along the mountain path

The scent of plum-blossoms -

And on a sudden the rising sun!

  • Basho

Being Rich as Croesus

Scrap Book preparatory sketch for a child's book on The Hero's Journey

“I am as rich as Croesus, not in money, but rich because I have found in my work something to which I can devote myself with heart and soul, and which gives inspiration and zest to life. Of course my moods vary, but I have a certain average serenity. I have a certain faith in art, a certain confidence, which is a powerful stream that drifts a man into harbour, though he must do his bit, too. I may be in comparatively great difficulties, and there are gloomy days in my life, but I think it such a great blessing when a man found his work … I am privileged above many others”

- Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)

Saturday: Matins

Bede Griffiths' daily elocutions were wide ranging and always erudite. Often using his hands to unfold his points, he was ever-respectful and inviting so as to embrace opposing views

Matins Saturday:

The instinct of love in our nature can never be satisfied with anything less than God, that is, with the Infinite. Human marriage is but a shadow of and a symbol of the spiritual marriage that has to take place in ‘the cave of the heart.’ Man and woman were once whole and undivided, enclosed in the womb of nature, in the paradise of God, and human kind has ever since suffered from the nostalgia for paradise, the desire for perfect unity. But this unity cannot be realised in the flesh. Humanity has to advance through the desert of the world, always seeking the Promised Land. Marriage, like all human pleasures and achievements is a temporary resting-place, a foretaste of the love that is sought by humanity. [Return to the Centre, pp. 65-66]

samajh dekh man mīt piyarwā

O friend, dear heart of mine, think well! If

You love indeed, then why do you sleep?

If you have found Him, then give yourself

Utterly, and take Him to you.

Why do you loose Him again and again?

If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes

Why waste your time making the bed and

Arranging the pillows?

Kabir says: ‘I tell you the ways of love!

Even though the head itself must be given,

Why should you sweep over it?’

Kabir, One Hundred Poems, p. 82

“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”  -  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

This way or that, love guides all to eternity.

Words may enable us to understand,

but ineffable love . . . is the best enlightener.

The intellect becomes like a little donkey mired

in mud in its efforts to explain love.

It is love which explains love . . .

The evidence of the sun is the sun.

If you require proof, turn your face from it . . .”

  • Mevlana Rumi

“The best marriages, like the best lives, were both happy and unhappy. There is even a kind of necessary tension, a certain tautness between the partners that gave the marriage strength, like the tautness of a full sail. You went forward on it.”

  • Anne Morrow Lindbergh

“Whoever has loved knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.” 

  • George Sand

But who, of men, can tell

That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit

would swell

To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,

The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale,

The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones,

The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones,

Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet,

If human souls did never kiss and greet?

- John Keats

“There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years from the small acorn of passion to a great rooted tree. Surviving all vicissitudes, and rich with manifold branches, every leaf holding its own significance.”  

  • Vita Sackville-West

“The happiness of married life depends upon making small sacrifices with readiness and cheerfulness.” 

  • John Seldon

“The particular charm of marriage is the duologue, the permanent conversation between two people who talk over everything and everyone till death breaks the record. It is this back-chat which, in the long run, makes a reciprocal equality more intoxicating than any form of servitude or domination.” 

  • Cyril Connolly

“Trouble is part of your life, and if you don’t share it you don’t give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.” 

- Dinah Shore

Strange is the Path when you Offer Love

Do not mention the name of love, 

O my simple-minded companion. 

Strange is the path 

When you offer your love. 

Your body is crushed at the first step.  

If you want to offer love 

Be prepared to cut off your head

And sit on it. 

Be like the moth, 

Which circles the lamp and offers its body. 

Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn, 

Offers its head to the hunter. 

Be like the partridge, 

Which swallows burning coals 

In love of the moon.

Be like the fish 

Which yields up its life

When separated from the sea. 

Be like the bee, 

Entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus. 

- Mirabai

Matins: Thursday

Bede Griffiths waves incence over the eucharistic bread and wine in the temple at Shantivanam, South India

Matins Thursday:

Sex is holy: the desire for union is a reflection of the love of God. Yet sexual love is never complete on the physical plane – it has to pass beyond to the psychic and the spiritual. The union of bodies is a sign of the union of souls: it has no meaning unless it leads to emotional fulfillment. But psychic fulfillment is a sign and expression of deeper spiritual fulfillment. Sexual experience, when it is complete engages the depth of the soul, it opens upon the divine, and it unites us with God. This is why love is so demanding and can be so tragic. If it turns back from the divine and tries to satisfy itself with the psychic or the physical, it becomes frustrated.

To confine love to the psychic or physical level is to profane it. Love is the basic pattern of the universe, it restores the original cosmic harmony; in giving and receiving love to and from one another humanity is also restored to unity. While for many today sex is the one means of opening to the divine, to the world of transcendent mystery, it is possible to see it as a merely profane activity. The expression of unselfish sexual love is transcendent in character. Human persons surrender to the divine in love and thus sacramental union is achieved. Nature has contrived sex as the expression of love, first in the plant and animal world, then in human kind. The mystery of love lies at the very heart of the universe, and sexual love is its outward and visible sign. Yet, belonging to the world of signs and appearances, it is the shadow of love, and has therefore always to be transcended. On the way to realising the mystery of love, human beings pass through evolutionary stages, thus the psychic expression of love and physical divisions of male and female must be transcended. Every person is both male and female. The division of the sexes is the means which nature has contrived for developing these characteristics in separation, so that they may be eventually reunited. The man finds his feminine side in the woman and the female finds her masculine side in the man. Then only is human nature fully achieved, where the marriage of male and female has taken place in each person. [Return to the Centre, pp. 62-64]

koţīņ bhānu candra tārāgaņ

Beneath the great umbrella of my King

millions of suns and moons and stars are

shining!

He is the Mind within my mind: He is the

Eye within mine eye.

Ah, could my mind and eyes be one! Could

my love but reach to my Lover! Could but

the fiery heat of my heart be cooled!

Kabir says: ‘When you unite love with the

Lover, then you have love’s perfection.’   -  Kabir, One Hundred Poems, pp. 80-81

“Love is . . . not . . . necessarily . . . a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile.”  -  Carter Hayward

“There are two kinds of faithfulness in love: one is based on forever finding new things to love in the loved one; the other is based on our pride in being faithful.”  -  Francois de la Rochefoucauld

“What we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.”  -  Marcel Proust

“If one were given five minutes’ warning before sudden death, five minutes to say what it had all meant to us, every telephone booth would be occupied by people trying to call up other people to stammer that they loved them.”  -  Christopher Morley

This photo of the late Dom Bede Griffiths was taken by Meath Conlan at Shantivanam in 1989. Meath still takes small groups to Shantivanam on his Diverse Journeys’ “Ashram Tours”. Furtehr information may be had by emailing: meath@diversejourneys.com

Wednesday Matins

Bede Griffiths offering the Eucharistic elements of bread and wine in the temple at Shantivanam, South India. Photo: Meath Conlan, 1989.

Matins Wednesday:

Within each human heart there is a desire to love and be loved. It is built into our cells and is the deepest instinct of the soul, indeed the very structure of being human. A child lives and grows by love, and those deprived of love in infancy suffer an irremediable loss, often expressing their frustration through fear, sorrow, anger and hatred. Yet within the human being the desire to be loved, to possess love for one’s self is too strong while the will to give love to others is too weak. This is what is called sin: the conscious rejection of the rhythm of love, the desire to get and not to give. This is self-love and it is the opposite of real love, which is always response to the love of another, a self-giving with no thought of return. We can only receive in so far as we are willing to give. Ultimately it is the love of God that draws us through every human love, drawing us to give ourselves back in return for the love we have received. That is why all love is holy, from the love of atoms or of insects to human love: always a reflection of the love of God. [Return to the Centre, pp. 61-62]

“When we dote upon the perfections and beauties of some one creature, we do not love too much, but other things too little. Never was anything in this world loved too much, but many things have been loved in a false way, and all in too short a measure.” Traherne might have added (what many poets and novelists have remarked) that, when “we dote upon the perfections and beauties of some one creature,” we frequently find ourselves moved to love other creatures. Moreover, to be in love is, in many cases, to have achieved a state of being, in which it becomes possible to have direct intuition of the essentially lovely nature of ultimate reality. “What a world would this be, were everything beloved as it ought to be!” For many people everything is beloved as it ought to be only when they are in love “with some creature.” The cynical wisdom of the folk affirms that love is blind. But in reality, perhaps, the blind are those who are not in love and who therefore fail to perceive how beautiful the world is and how adorable.     - Aldous Huxley

Loving Someone

Love someone – in God’s name

love someone – for this is

the bread of the inner life, without

which a part of you will

starve and die; and though you

feel you must be stern,

even hard, in your life of affairs,

make for yourself at least

a little corner, somewhere in the

great world, where you may

unbosom and be kind.     - Max Ehrmann

Āpe da achhāl

Where, friend, is the source of the sweet delirious pleasure

The seeps through the very fibre of the joyful heart?

It is borne on the tides that surge within,

It is within ourselves we find such joy

And not elsewhere as the deluded think.

This inner rapture is a fountain welling without end;

It only springs on those, whose craving is restrained,

Not scattered loose on every passing moment of desire

And beckoning appetite.

Bhai Vir Singh, 1976, p. 33

Dr Meath Conlan enjoyed a long friendship with the late Bede Griffiths and visited Saccidananda ashram, Shantivanam, many times over the years. He still brings small groups to visit seasonally. For further information about Diverse Journeys’ spiritual tours and retreats contact: meath@diversejourneys.com

Matins: Monday

Bede Griffiths during even the most comprehensive elocution on current politics, theology, science, scripture ..., always spoke from the depths of his own silence

Matins Monday:

In the very depths of a leaf or a flower or a grain of sand, or anything at all, even beyond the tiniest particles of matter there is energy; a force of life that wells up from the abyss of being in the Father, springing up into the light of the Word, and flowing back to its source in the bliss of love. The divine saccidananda – being, knowledge and bliss – lies at the heart of every creature, a mystery that is hidden except to those in every religion and in every country who are touched by the Creator. It is one eternal Truth manifesting in space and time, one unchanging Light reflecting itself in human consciousness. The one Truth is present is every partial truth. The one Spirit is present in every movement of love. Yet humankind remains shut up in this world of partial truths and of frustrated love. At the root of ignorance of the One and of the self clinging to a separate existence is a movement of the free will turning away from God, from the Truth and rejecting Love, refusing the self-surrender which Love demands. In Jesus a man is found who knew the Truth and turned back to God, surrendering himself to Love in total self-giving. [Return to the Centre, pp. 59-60]

The Self, smaller than the small, greater than the great, is hidden in the heart of every creature. A man who is free from desires and free from grief sees the majesty of the Self by the grace of the Creator.

Śvetāśvatara Upanişad, III, 20

My Lord! You are very great like a mountain, but you come within the handgrip called Love. You are a great King who enters into the small hut called devotion. You are the treasure that is caught in the net called Love. You are unfathomable like an ocean, but you abide in the small pot called Love. You are the effulgent luster that abides even in a small atom. You are the mighty Śiva who is the very incarnation of Love.

Ramalinga Swami, God Caught in Love, p. 11

Matins: Sunday

Bede Griffiths - Elocution at the Midday Meditation, Shantivanam

In coming days and weeks I will post selections of Hours from a book I am currently working on – featuring written and published thoughts and favourite poetry of my friend and mentor the late Dom Bede Griffiths, of Saccidananda Ashram in South India. The photos were all taken by me, Dr Meath Conlan, during my residency at the ashram -late 1989 – 1990. I still take small groups to visit and stay at Shantivanam each year. For further information, email me at Diverse Journeys: meath@diversejourneys.com

Matins: The Mystery of Love

The experience of being understood

builds bridges of empathy and connection.

Bonds are forged between self and others:

the ‘I’ becomes ‘We’, the ‘It’ becomes ‘Thou’

and the Spirit within and between us is recovered.

Matins Sunday:

The eternally abiding one Truth cannot be properly expressed in words, yet is present in all religions, which through rituals, symbolism, doctrines, sacraments and myth manifests some aspect of this one Reality. In this sense Christ is the symbol of God; in making known the one transcendent Truth, he makes present the one absolute Reality by his words and actions. Jesus’ human form is conditioned by time and place, and conditioned by the heredity of the Jewish people. Speaking in Aramaic he thought of himself and God in terms of the Jewish scriptures. Yet in the depths of his being he knew himself to be the Word of God. Jesus experienced himself in his eternal being, coming forth from the Father, communicating the bliss of the Spirit.

Jesus knew himself as the eternal manifestation of the Father, as communicating eternally in the bliss of the Spirit: his was an experience of personal relationship, and this is what is unique in Jesus’ teaching. It is true that the Buddha and the Seers of the Upanishads knew themselves in the eternal Ground of being, but in Jesus the ‘Divine darkness’ and ‘One beyond being’ revealed itself to him as Father. The ‘bliss of the Supreme’ revealed itself to him as the Spirit of love, eternally welling up from the Godhead and eternally returning to its source. Indeed Reality itself is this eternal procession of self-manifestation, of self-knowledge, and eternal overflow of bliss, this eternal self-giving in love. This is happening in each of us: forever we come forth from the Father into the light of self-knowledge, forever returning to the Father in the bliss of love. All our knowledge in this world and all our striving for love is only a pale reflection of this everlasting wisdom and love. [Return to the Centre, pp. 57-59]

candā jhalkai yahi ghaţ māhīn

The moon shines in my body, but my blind

eyes cannot see it:

The moon is within me, and so is the sun.

The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within

me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.

So long as man clamours for the I and the

Mine, his works are as naught:

When all love of the I and the Mine is dead,

then the work of the Lord is done.

For work has no other aim than getting

of knowledge:

When that comes, then work is put away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit

comes the flower withers.

The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within

itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

Kabir, One Hundred Poems, pp. 23-24

Listen My Soul

Listen, my soul!

You should have sported along a stream’s green verge,

Have wandered in a forest glade

Or winged your way to the clouds

And poured down your harmony:

Self should have communed with the Greater Self

In your retreat, with all your storms stilled.

How did you ever come to fall

Amidst the din of this maddening world,

Into the toils from which peace flutters off

In ruffled flight?

Bhai Vir Singh, 1976, p. 51