More than twelve years ago, I spent several months stationed in Hawaii while serving as a Marine. Many nights I lay on the tennis court and gazed at the moon and stars longing for a deeper connection to beauty, seeking freedom from my little stresses. Frequently, I recalled Rumi's poem:
All night, a man called “Allah”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then the Devil said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard Allah say, “Here, I am”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then the Devil said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard Allah say, “Here, I am”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”
The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met Abraham, who asked,
“Why are you regretting praising Allah?”
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met Abraham, who asked,
“Why are you regretting praising Allah?”
The man said, “ I called and called
But Allah never replied, “Here I am.”
Abraham explained, “Allah has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “Allah”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I am.”
But Allah never replied, “Here I am.”
Abraham explained, “Allah has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “Allah”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I am.”
Begging never opened my eyes to Majesty, and for several years, I saw much darkness and ugliness, especially in myself, despite my crying and pleading. But I held to the possibility of seeing God in all things, and, as time passed, I found a deeper presence in the mundane. Eventually, beauty and kinship blossomed in unsuspected places. I noticed rings of purple and gold around the moon. I watched stars change shape and felt meaning in those changes. At times, tenderness and sanctity stood in the eyes of those around me, even in the eyes of my "enemies." At each of these junctions, I felt a little healing in my heart, or the awakening of some needed humility, or the bubbling of gratitude.
Several weeks in a row I experienced an overwhelming sense of brotherhood with strangers at the market and a deep sense of joy and freedom. One afternoon, while shopping, I could not find this connection and began to complain: "I need your beauty. I need your beauty to heal me. Why are you hiding your beauty?" No response. I paid for my groceries and headed toward my car disappointed, doubting the reality of beauty, feeling angry with God, feeling that God was cheating me.
Not too many steps outside the store, I saw a couple and their daughter walking toward the entrance. I looked at the wife, the husband, and finally their daughter. When my eyes met the daughter's, she smiled, and a window opened in her eyes that revealed a vast expanse of space, profound purity, and darkness dressed in living blue and white light. I registered the following: "Yes Shane, I am real, and I am here. I am more real and beautiful than you can imagine, and I am always with you." My heart flew into a wider orbit.
For the last year, my family has enjoyed the company of a gentle and loving dog named Bella. I found her trapped in a filthy cage, crying for freedom and dignity. A couple days ago, my wife and I sat outside talking with some friends watching Bella dig holes in the yard. I walked over to where she dug and noticed a deep, heart-shaped hole. That night I looked up and saw a large, purple heart with gold edges surrounding the almost full moon. I thought of Bella's heart in the dirt reborn as the heart of the moon, as a beautiful, multi-colored heart in space, and it occurred to me that Bella's refusal to accept her inhumane isolation and my refusal to see and accept "things as they are" opened a world of greater beauty and freedom for both of us.