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Morning Prayer

The morning wind blast from the NW. It is chilly for the first time so I’m in two polartechs and Don’s huge sweatshirt, sitting on the sunny deck with my goatskin over me to drink my morning tea and write.

Before tea, I did my own ablutions and on Goat—that’s the goatskin—my morning prayer. It was what I remembered of the Islamic prayer. I’ve forgotten some parts, but the bulk of it—the suras—are there. I felt such joy! This prayer is sincere so I’m sure its better than all the prayers I’ve slogged correctly through in the past in ritualistic resistance. This prayer brought love—like returning to an exquisite little garden, all the rose bushes and ivy gone wild, but looking richer and more beautiful than ever before. I recited Inshirah—Expansion—and my burdens lifted.

I feel supported and opened. Autumn wind lifts my hair, cools my brow, and says, “Your fever passes. Lean on me.” Tawaakuul—Trust in the Divine. My mind willingly understands and trusts. My cells must practice. Cells are some kind of slow cooking grain—it takes time for them to simmer and swell with the Divine.


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    1. Islamic prayer as you describe it sounds like meditation, a way to transform the mind, rather than Judeo-Christian prayer, which is more about worshiping or thanking or beseeching God. Maybe this is because you know prayer from the Sufi tradition, which is pethaps similar to Christian or Jewish mysticism. Paradoxically (or ironically) the mystic, in seeking transcendence, is also more “selfish” (in the ordinary sense of the word) than the orthodox believer, who does not seek personal elevation to a divine state. This may be why the Buddha left Nirvana and returned to earth. Just a thought. . . .

      September 7, 2011
      • Beautiful thought here. Perhaps mystics are greedy, seeking all that intimacy. But mysticism is for me more confounding; the experience of immersion obliterates small requests that typical prayer connotates. The mystic sees that the Beloved has it all in hand and dissolves into the mercifulness of that generosity.

        September 8, 2011
    2. Thank you for this, Dunya. I spoke to Liz earlier this cloudy day; she went to the camp for a week, and still radiates with it. The energy of this spirit is speaking to me today through both of you, like the clouds outside my window full with rain, gentle with persistent love, whispering baraka into the mountains…

      September 7, 2011
      • You are my Sufi sister! 🙂

        September 8, 2011
    3. Eugenie Kuffler #


      September 7, 2011
    4. so beautiful…..the inner garden, the swelling cells…..

      September 7, 2011
    5. Michelle #

      “Cells are some kind of slow cooking grain – it takes time for them to simmer and swell with the Divine.” Yes!!!! Thank you Dunya!

      September 8, 2011
    6. It seems to me you are in new territory of your life purpose and destiny. I am grateful and nourished to be carried by your words, in your heart, as you dance on new land, figuratively and literally. I feel your move to the desert is significant, timely, auspicious, given the steepening trajectory of economic, social and political ills and the ripening consequences of our human onslaught on Mother Earth. The Divine is your dance, your home and your navigator–and I’m glad! You are a true light in the world and I like basking in it. Love you love you love you Dunya!

      September 8, 2011
      • Vajra you so very eloquent, and thank you. Yes this a new phase. Despite the difficulties of our world I feel increasingly called. Path. Tribulation is not the time to reject the Beloved.

        September 8, 2011

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