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Ramadan Meditations: The totality of nature?

  • Published at 12:57 pm June 2nd, 2018
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These verses highlight the nature of Allah

Arise oh day! The atoms are dancing!

For him, the spheres and wind are dancing

Souls ecstatic with joy are dancing

I’ll whisper in your ear where they are dancing

Each atom in the wind or desert

Is good-natured, like this, we are enchanted

Each atom, whether happy or sad

Is bewildered by the sun, happy without reason


-- Rumi


What is Allah? All that is known and unknown is Allah. Can we then say that Allah is the totality of nature?


O wind of the dawn, I say to the gazelle

it only makes me thirstier, the water of this well

I have a beloved whose love lives within me

And if she likes, she walks on my cheeks as well

Her spirit is my spirit and my spirit is her spirit

If she wills, I want, and if I want, she wills


-- Marcel Khalife, translated by Sulayman Ibn Quiddees

In order to meet the beloved, one needs to cross a bridge with love. So intense this love. 

Is then Allah love? Is the law of nature, therefore, love, not Darwinism?


O Morning breeze, go tell the gazelles of Najd

that, “I’m true to the vow you know of”

And if what she says is true and she

has for me the desperate longing I have

for her, then in the heat of noon we’ll meet

in her tent secretly, with the most sincere promise


-- Ibn ‘Arabi, Tarjuman Al-Ashwaq, translated by Sulayman Ibn Quiddees


If love is to Allah, what gravity is to nature, then let us put away harsh words, shame, and disgust in the name of piety. 

Let us learn, again and again, the nature of love.


O wind of the dawn

Blow into my breast

Make the embers of my heart

Rise up from their death


O wind of the dawn

Blow into my breast

Sway my veins and let them shake

Love’s birds out from their nests


O wind of the dawn

Blow into my breast

Make my blood ripple

your reflection with your breath

O wind of the dawn

my heart’s caught in your grasp

your spirit’s within

whirling round inside it trapped


You can’t hold it in

and I can’t give it back

whisper something in my ear

take my soul with each gasp


-- Sulayman Ibn Quiddees


Shireen Pasha is a contributor.