An additional note on prayer
This poem captures a lot of what I was stumbling about in an earlier post trying to explain. Prayer is like the following for me; it leads me places I never imagined and it, along with sefless love, is a pure act of devotion and a wonderful tool for moral navigation in this life.
The poet is Ibn Arabi and a few of the lines seem extremely topical for the present age. If you want to learn more about the man, go to the following website. Very interesting fellow.
Wonder, A garden among the flames!
My heart can take on any form:
A meadow for gazelles,
A cloister for monks,
For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim,
The tables of the Torah,
The scrolls of the Quran.
My creed is Love;
Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is my belief, My faith. – Ibn Arabi