I was listening to Shaykh Kabir on my way to work this morning, and among many other pearls of wisdom, he talked about what he called the ‘dimensionless point’ (he didn’t use the Arabic, but he was speaking of the ruh sometimes translated as ’spirit’ cf. al-Hijr 15:29) within us. It is closer to us than our life-vein (Qaf 50:16), and is incredibly beautiful, incredibly intelligent, incredibly merciful if we would just heed it.
When he spoke about this, I cried. I felt so immensely grateful for my life, for my family, for the opportunities I have in life, for being able to hear the words of this Shaykh, may the Beloved reward him in this life and the next. For the first time in a very long time, I felt joy at the immanence of the Life-Source.
I haven’t experienced that for what seems a very long time, and yet God has never moved away from me, I have moved away from Him. I have become distracted by an idol of a ‘big cop up in the sky’ ready to write me an eternally damning ticket for the smallest infraction. By so doing, I have obscured the Still Small Voice Within.
So now, as the Buddhists say: “before enlightenment, wash dishes, chop wood; after enlightenment, wash dishes, chop wood.