In search of the mystic opening was I !
A teacher op’d my eyes,
Lids numbed by ignorance,
Leading me towards
The gateway to heaven,
The castle of knowledge guarded
By gnostics from centuries.
But suddenly the glitzy world
Enamored a naive me.
Then, in my heart, desire swelled
Thumping at my ribs like
A cresting wave about to crash
And rend my ribcage
With its deafening roar.
Fear arose, blinding me.
I let the mystic’s words disappear,
Choosing the husk instead of kernel.
Like Faust I realised too late,
When blood had congealed;
Desire needed to be caged
Like a Djinn in a cork- stopped glass phial.
Fervently, I cupped my palms in prayer
Invoking light, knowledge
Alchemy and occult to discipline me.
Then was revealed the magic of Aleph:
The alphabet unfolded universal mysteries,
Opening, arching doorways
To horizons gleaming distantly.
‘Twas not a book, but my teacher
Who unlocked gateways to
My gaze captured by
Myriad bud-like silences,
Each unfolding truths
Passed down through centuries.
Then I knew for sure, that books
Were mere vessels wise men
Poured their wisdom into.
Time lapsed, disappearing
Into a mere dot of creation.
All dimensions- space, time and
Planes of existence froze.
I looked at my original image
In God’s mirror, transformed by
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Photograph credit: Justin Leubke
Aleph is the first letter in Semitic and Arabic tradition of knowledge, it is believed to be the gateway to mysteries, as it enables enlightenment as all reading does.
Reading as an act involves understanding letters and messages but each letter according to scriptures unfolds a secret : so here goes the letter “A”
Indian philosophy emphasizes on the importance of guru shishya, teacher or master helping the student evolve under tutelage.
This poem is a tribute to Borges, Hesse, Metaphysical poets, Marlowe and Tennyson.