The day a great Sufi dies is called his/her wedding night. The observance of the anniversary of a sufi saint is called (in Arabic), `urs, which means “wedding,” because the saint is believed to have attained “union” (or utmost nearness together with other saints and the prophets) with God, the Only Beloved.
I like to comfort myself sometimes by imagining that all dervishes when they die, finally have the veils removed, and they stand face to face with the Friend. I would like to hold on to that thought a bit longer for a darvish who has recently passed. She lived a long and full life and was very very sweet person. I never in the few times I saw her over the last 3 years talked with her, and luckily I didn’t need to because the connection we shared was one were no words were required
As mystics we know death is an illusion but it doesn’t take away the sadness.
NO ROOM FOR FORM
On the night when you cross the street
From your shop and your house
To the cemetery You’ll hear me hailing you from inside
The open grave, and you’ll realize
How we’ve always been together.
I am the clear consciousness-core
Of your being, the same in
Ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue.
That night, when you escape your fear of snakebite
And all irritations with the ants, you’ll hear
My familiar voice, see the candle being lit,
Smell the incense, the surprise meal fixed
By the lover inside all your other lovers.
This heart tumult is my signal
to you igniting in the tomb.
So don’t fuss with the shroud
And the graveyard dust.
Those get ripped open and washed away
In the music of our final meeting.
And don’t look for me in human shape,
I am inside your looking. No room
For form with love this strong.
Beat the drum and let the poets speak.
This is the day of purification for those who
Are already mature and initiated into what love is.No need to wait until we die!
There’s more to want here than money
And being famous and bites of roasted meat.
Now, what shall we call this new sort of gazing house
That has opened in our town where people sit
Quietly and pour out their glancing
Like light, like answering?
- Who and What is a Darvish (1) – words from Hazrat Inayat Khan (mycaravanofdreams.com)