Saturday, June 13, 2009
Allah Hoo
We sing of Allah who is here and love, always.
The chant rides on the harmonium keening its chord.
We blend and the words, Allah hoo, God is here,
Touch me and the tears run as my voice cracks.
They say who is being sought causes the seeking,
Still I believe in no god, Allah or other.
The universe, vast and amoral embraces us all.
We are stardust and dung because they are each other.
Yet I long for the holy; would I know if it came?
My path seems neither of love nor of service.
I sit on my cushion, sing out to the ether,
Repeating the words of long-dead mystics.
We sing of Allah who is here and love, always.
The chant rides on the harmonium keening its chord.
We blend and the words, Allah hoo, God is here,
Touch me and the tears run as my voice cracks.
They say who is being sought causes the seeking,
Still I believe in no god, Allah or other.
The universe, vast and amoral embraces us all.
We are stardust and dung because they are each other.
Yet I long for the holy; would I know if it came?
My path seems neither of love nor of service.
I sit on my cushion, sing out to the ether,
Repeating the words of long-dead mystics.
(from a friend in June 2009, written in 1999)
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