Catatan Usang ini merupakan komentar keatas syarahan Master Izi ketika hamba mengaji di institut Dailin nur. Tersembunyi jauh di pergunungan wilayah Prefecture Miyazaki, Jepang.
" Menuding kearah seekor Rusa, rupakan ianya jelmaan seekor Kuda Perang ". Siapa pula berani menunggangnya ? Teknik klasik guru Zen untuk mengajar muridnya berfikir diluar kotak akal. Apakah bahasa bisa melukis landskap rohani nan indah lagi suci quddusi ? Apakah metafizika akademik berupaya mengajar kita sufisma atas buku dan ijazah ? Apakah para Awliya mesti mengajar kitab ? Apakah tasawuf bisa dihidupkan melalui pena Tao and senaman Qi Gong ? Mari kita meniti semula cerpen separa fiksi dibawah.
Journal Notes of 19 September 2006
This morning of Ramadhan around 4.00 am my wife woke me up for sahur. She prepared the hot coffee, soup, fish with tomato sauce and at the kitchen she put on the Radio IKIM-islamic channel. We don’t know how and what criteria they label this song/music /singers as Islamic or not-islamic. So I asked my wife Sophia Zhou teasingly,
“ Tell me what are just two happiness the singers got when their songs are being praised and put on air ? She replied, ‘ Are you quizzing me or make fun of my little knowledge ? No, this questions just to awaken and polish your memories !
‘ Polish your heart with Remembrance of Divine’. Meanwhile, the our kitchen radio churned out this song, that song, new songs by Yusuf Islam, another by M.Nasir, another piece of Kitaro…and one overplayed until very familiar with my ears is the Beautiful Names song ! Do this music really clean our hearts ? Do it put subtle awareness and love of truth into our beings ? Or it was just another sensational voice like Mawi, Yassin, Raihan, Siti Nurhaliza, Sharifah Aini, eccentric rock/pop like Ramli Sarip, Aqil Hayy, Imad, Yasin, deep Eastern qasidas from Rabbani, some pieces of Burdah, Barzanji and Thalaal ?
My wife put a brave forced answer-‘ they are happy bcos they make money from singing! ’.
Another answer, we need just two reasons. What about singers who sing to pour out his heart contents as a lowly slave in face of this vast existence and moving Reality, deep in the night and he dont want anyone to listen or pay him anything ? My wife retorted, ‘ this singer is mad , no money and no audience ?.
So we reverse or put matrix layers of opposite questions and way of posing or answering, then we will get insight into extraordinary revelations ! Yes, there are many mad singers outside…!
But they are as Maulana Rumi, Yunus Emre of Anatolia or Hafiz 700 years ago pointed out , they are not singers of this sensory-lower-media hyped world, but the strangers, seekers , dervishes who sang the in secretive circles and to draw out the bird of meanings or spirit from the caged prison of bodies to soar to another level of being, realm of existence or spiritual station.
They had sold their riches and wealth and freedom just to taste a drop from the Ocean. A gleam of ruh from the Unseen. A light from the arrogant corner of the nafs al-ammara self. A moment of coolness in the Fire of the Friend.
An triple isolation of the self-people, ship-ocean and
night raging storms–tranquil darkness/safety in the Fish Belly.
Subhanaka la ilaha illa Anta, inni kuntu minaz-zalimin.
An escape from Magic of Firaun court of power, death and slavery.
Throw away your Staff, Oh Musa.(your self/intellect reliance)
Put off your two Sandals (realms of inward/outward), Oh Musa.
Draw out your shining Hand from your shirt.
Climb and put your foot in the Burning Bush.
Step into the Sacred Valley of Non-Time/Place..
The Time, Place, Body and Language of humanity has been folded up in a jalali moment. Look the Mountain had melted away, gone, annihilated and became dusts, nothingness. That is your adamic reality. What are we to claim and acquire this dreamlike unseen realm ? How can any sufi or sages or pretenders make claims they can fly, enter, ascend or withdraw inwardly to this Presence of Nearness ? Witnessing the inner reality that make them a slave to bodily form and limitations.
They had not tasted it like the Tea of Ecstasy.
Drink the Nectar of Arrival. From the Cup of TAO.
Except by the mercy, gift and overflowing of the Real.
Not at the time/place they choose/boasted
but only after total stripping away (tajrid/tafrid)
and being BROKEN HEARTED. STAND at the DOOR.
Hot but not fire, wet but not water,
dry but not air and hard but not stone/wood,
this Jewel belongs to the Seeker who had SEEN,
SPOKEN, EMBRACED, KISSED, LEAD the prayer
and followed BEHIND, send OUT, put FORWARD,
taken ABACK, spoken AGAINST, CRUSHED,
TRAVELLED much and covered SHORT distance,
being COOKED, flung to the EAST,
unknown and trampled in the WEST,
he brew TEA but fools say it was COFFEE.
People call it TAO, hide the CHI,
spell it QING and painted it ZHEN.
Recite it KE’LAN CHING.
ENTER the empire of MING.
Journey to DESERT and ARRIVE at DRAGON INN.
BLOWN away the next DAY. RAMADHAN soon over.
NIGHT of POWER is with MY MASTER.
You are still RAW. Learn ADAB from
the YOUNGEST FAQIR and SERVE the OLDEST.
HONOR your WIFE and treat the WOMEN
with LOVE and CARE. They help PURIFY
your NAFS and smell the PERFUME of sincerity.
KICK OUT the bad guys and put them in KITCHEN.
Enter the CAVE of sidi FUDUL.
READ from the Library of al-QARAWYN.
Compare your STATUS with BLIND man of Bahlil.
STAY at the tiny hamlet of AGHLAB until you DIE.
Dance with MOZART. SOAR with Ninth Symphony.
Get ANNIHILATED by just A GLANCE.
This PRICELESS ….ONE DOT beneath the letter of Ba.
NO more voice. No sound, no seeing,
no meeting, no teaching, no books,
no inks and paper to WRITE ON.
No computer to PLUG ON.
Just a TINY VISION SOME WHERE.
CAN YOU KEEP IT. LOST IT ?
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