My student Zuigan Poem ( free style spining koan)
to share with malay thirsty wayfarers, too exhausted
by mengaji old kitabs, long wirid and zikir jahar:
Maulana Rumi Mountain collect clouds
Darqawi Deserts pour the rains
Half falls north of Master Izi River
Half falls into Attendant Zuigan Hut
Others may be stuck at Old Temples
Those who fear the Reality
will be given divine knowledge
Do not say I have not warned you
A sufi a zen a monk still a name
Forest, desert and mountains
They cheat people most time
Or make them fight in politics
Sichuan Lu Xun Pur Erh
The Tea of China never Smells
Three sufi will make loud Noise
One solitary wali sat facing a city Wall
Music and drums they sell Tariqats
Kitaro and Wu Ming is my Friend
Leave all books journal and papers
Took the Sun burning Path
Where Universities cannot teach
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Tubba alal-ghuraba
Fasalamun ala man tabaal-huda
Rabbi habli hukman wa ahiqni bis-salihin
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