Thank you all for the wonderful support and the incredibly positive feedback regarding my recent project – the recording of Murshid Samuel L. Lewis’ epic poem Crescent and Heart.
I encountered this poem decades ago when Sheikh Ishaq Jud used it as a teaching tool at Sufi Camp, and shortly thereafter, Murshid Wali Ali Meyer was also referencing it in classes I attended. While all of Murshid Sam’s epic poetry has great value, Crescent and Heart struck a chord in me and has remained a favorite over time. I’ve continued to use it in my classes, retreats and workshops.
Murshid Sam’s poem delightfully gives an insight into the life of one of the world’s great Sufi Saints – Hazrat Kwaja Moineddin Chisti, while also
showing in great depth how music is the very foundation of the manifest universe.
Crescent and Heart shows us a way to tune the pitch of our beings so we can beautifully join Life’s Celestial Symphony, further moving all of creation toward the divine embrace. My recording of the poem is an effort to share the wisdom and guidance of Murshid Sam’s work with an ever widening audience.
To check it out further, click the link attached here: CRESCENTANDHEART.BANDCAMP.COM
1) It can be listened to right there for free.
To have your own copy, (and further support the work of this project), you can
2) Download an electronic version, or
3) Order a hard copy (CD).
Many blessings be with you all.
A person says to me “Why take a teacher – the true teacher is within, is that not so?” And, of course, it is so. There is but one teacher, perhaps more accurately termed a guide, which ultimately can be found within. But the inner guide is most often hidden behind a doorway guarded sentry by our ego, our personality. The ego knows that the more we awaken to the understanding of the true teacher within, its stranglehold on our behavior, our thoughts and actions, lessens. Our personality and ego structure does not want to let go, thereby losing control. It’s very difficult, with our patterns and within our limitation of who we are and have been our entire lives, to access the inner teacher on our own. And so we take a teacher to help us with our blind spots, to tell us the truth of what they see in us. True guidance takes us past our own limitations, whereas our clinging ego must operate within the limitations of our current understanding. Our challenge and opportunity is to see clearly what amounts to true guidance on the one hand, and philosophical and spiritual ideas mixed with our desires on the other.
A guide isn’t necessarily an avatar or master, simply someone who takes on the intention of helping us move forward toward our own greater awakening. Someone with tools and skillful means who either sweet talks or tricks or keeps busy or knocks about our ego so the doorway to our new understanding is opened. A true guide will be as a Cupid, awakening in us the love interest. A true guide has keys to open the door, but we have to enter the palace. A true guide acts as a quickening agent that helps in the process of accessing the inner teacher. A teacher who is a true guide leads us to the True Guide.
So, yes, on the one hand, the only teacher is within. However, on the other, how do we gain access to that true teacher without the ego getting in the way, spinning the teachings so they are heard the way our ego personality wants them to be heard? Our experience has shown that a living teacher helps quicken the process of awakening, understanding, and accessing the true inner teacher. So we feel fortunate to be among those who have the opportunity to have a teacher/student relationship.
I’m sure there are other points of view. May we all find that which will best aid us in our awakening. Much Love to All.
A young woman is a new dervish on the path; and also has a new romance, a new beloved. She hasn’t seen her sweetheart in almost 2 weeks, and yet, at least on this day, she has a meeting with her Teacher. Arriving for her meeting, her Teacher sets in front of her a large crate filled with strawberries (ripe, fragrant, beautiful) with instructions to take them to a certain meadow that she is familiar with. Now, instead of her anticipated meeting, she has a chore to take care of. Great. This isn’t what she wants or expects, but wanting to be a good dervish, she heads out on her way. The meadow is 3 or 4 kilometers away, mostly uphill, and it’s already getting hot. She figures this must be some kind of test, and the strawberries must have been weighed or counted, so she doesn’t eat even one.
She plods along uphill, bitching and moaning about the dust and the heat. About the time she has had it and is thinking nothing is working out, she finally crests the trail, and comes to the edge of the meadow. As she looks across the meadow, she can’t believe her eyes. It’s her beloved, who she hasn’t seen in 2 weeks, resting on a blanket in the shade. At that moment, she realizes that the strawberries are for her and her sweetheart. She rushes across the meadow and drops the crate of strawberries onto the blanket under them and says “if I would have known that my beloved was waiting for me at the end of the trail, how different my journey would have been”.