These Songs come forward in Time now. We are each and all given to the task of Guardianship of this Life. This Tradition teaches us how to remember this task. We are, in this labor, restored to sanity, the joy of life.
We remember that the human heart is the universal translator, the meeting place of the worlds.
We remember Our Creator, our Source and Destination. So great is the mystery of this love, one could continually praise the magnificence of Her/His world for 1000 years and never once repeat a word. Outwardly to be with the people, inwardly to be with God.
We are a lineage of carvers, weavers, poets. We give our Hands. We hold needles that stitch, that open, that insert, that lift, that sever. As Above, So Below. Our Hands are crafted, to serve the Creator, the Tao, the Intelligence of Love that defies all word. From whence we come and to whence we return. Healers, Sculptors, Gardeners, Scribes. Hands to reveal the essence of Creation, to mend the atrocities of error. True Spiritual Healing. We wash our hands, keep washing our hands. Wash them of all that we have done, for all that must be done. Keep washing our hands, with Light, in this Time of darkness. Our hands are being written, and in the writing, are unwritten. We are given new hands. Lifelines, heartlines, songlines of the hand.
*God is the Light of the heavens and earth.
His light may be compared to a niche
wherein is a lamp
the lamp in a glass
the glass as it were a glittering star
kindled from a Blessed tree
an olive that is neither of the East nor of the West
whose oil would almost shine forth
though no fire touches it
light upon light
Allah guides to Allah whom Allah wills.
Light Sura (Qur'an 24:34-54)