THE ART OF REMEMBRANCE – Poem by Baraka Blue

Описание: This poem is the title poem from Baraka Blue's collection entitled The Art of Remembrance. The book can be found here: https://www.rumicenter.love/1remembrance

Remember,
until it seeps into
your bones like
the December wind.

Remember,
and Remember,
and Remember,
until Remembrance wins!

Until all remember when's
remember when
there was nothing but Remembrance
in the presence of Beginningless’s
never ending present tense.

Remember till a voice proclaims,
"wait, what did we forget again?"
Till the part that has resistance to
remember starts to
giving in.

Remember, then
remember, then
remember it again,
again!
A spirit greater than
the universe has
come and hid in skin.

Remember the Forgiver to the point
that you forget your sins.
Remembrance the Giver until all your gifts—
are sent from Him.
Remember, it’s the Giver
until when you give—
it's really Him giving
and receiving!
What is need—if you are given Him?

Remember the Reviver until when you die
you live again.
Remember the Annihilator until your "I"
subsists in Him.

Remember the inspired one who taught us
how to get to Him—
peace upon his soul, and on his family
and his holy friends—
who rose to even higher than an angel
ever dare ascend
then out of love and mercy he returned
into the world of men.

Remember the All-Seeing until
all that you can see is Him.
And if you cannot witness this
then know this Witness witnesses
through your seeing vision even
though your feeble vision's dim.
And when you draw near until He loves you -
Who is seeing then?

You didn't
throw
when
you
threw
but
We
threw
through
your
blessed hand.

Are you surprised
the Most High could
throw through
a mortal man?

Hasn't He told you
He formed you
from something insignificant.

Then spoke to your clay
as He blew His spirit into it.

Remember the Beloved until Love itself
transcends your skin
and radiates beyond you into
everything that was and is;
and will be—if he wills it to be—in a million
moments:
kula yawmin each affair
He begins again.

Polish the mirror
so His Light
you reflect within.

The rust that has formed on its face
is forgetfulness.
Each breath is a priceless chance
to Remember Him.
And the polish of hearts
is the Art of Remembrance.



All footage in this video was captured during Rumi Center's Spirit of Al-Andalus retreat in Southern Spain '23 and features the Alhambra as well as Azzahara Retreat Center outside of Granada. It was shot and edited by Peter Wintrip. To join our future courses and retreats visit https://www.rumicenter.love