
Fresh Rain
A Quarterly e-Journal of the Open Path / Sufi Way
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Winter 2024
Dear Friends,
Winter’s theme is Darkness. The mornings are so dark now, at 7 a.m., it’s hard to see our way down the woodland path to the field where our pup runs with her giant friends. I’m looking forward to the return of the light and praying I don’t stumble on tree roots until it does!
Our theme for Spring 2024 will be Equality. How do we bring this to life in ourselves? Imagine going through life seeing yourself as no more or less valuable than any other being. What would it feel like if we let go of all our prejudices about age, size, color, gender or education to name just a few? These can be very subtle. Please dig deep.
Thanks to all who offer their hearts through words in Fresh Rain. Consider writing for future issues, sharing your wisdom with our larger community. In these times, with the devastating wars in Ukraine and Gaza, the worldwide rise of authoritarianism and more, our voices feel more urgent than ever. .
With love for each one of you,
Amrita
editor, Fresh Rain
freshrain@sufiway.org
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In This Issue
Sophia, Wisdom, Darkness
Sabah Raphael Reed
Fertile Darkness
Basheera Kathleen Ritchie
Sufi Inayat Khan quote
The Good Dark
Pir Elias Amidon
Murshid as guide
Kiran Rana
I talk to the Beloved about darkness
Jeanne Rana
Vigil
Amrita Skye Blaine
Train Daybreak Lines
Anna Zweede
A Winter Meditation
Viv Quillen
Heaven from Heaven
Umtul Valeton-Kiekens
And This
Amrita Skye Blaine
Upcoming Programs
Sophia, Wisdom, Darkness
by Sabah Raphael Reed
Here we are in the darkening months of the year. Outside the light is fading, trees exhale, leaves blaze then fall to earth. Plants and creatures close their eyes. The dying time comes near. The dark invites retreat, descent, incubation, transformation ~ even, whisper it, annihilation.
Many mystical traditions honor endarkenment.
In ancient Greece people visited sanctuaries of the god Asclepius, to be wrapped in cloth and placed in the dark of the abaton ~ a rock cut chamber ~ to rest and receive a dream of healing. In Tibetan Bön dark retreats, adepts spend time in total darkness, for days, months, even years ~ working with Dzogchen practices to still the mind and awaken to their true nature. Shamanic traditions invite journeying into the lower world, through altered states of consciousness, to receive a teaching. Indian spiritual streams bring us Kali ~ the deity of darkness, death, destruction. Taoism returns us again and again to the wholeness of creation ~ yin and yang, dark and light ~ with the Tao or Way described as dark enigma. David Hinton, the scholar of Chinese poetry, writes:
Dark-enigma means that existence-tissue cosmos, before we name it or apply concepts to it … As soon as we use words, the world is objectified and separated from us. So the intent is to inhabit that dark-enigma cosmos without the separation. To dwell.
And mythic stories across time and space have pointed to descent as essential to initiation and awakening. The Sumerian myth of Inanna in the underworld is but one example. The Alchemists called this time in the Nigredo or the Blackening. Francis Weller in his essay Baptized by Dark Waters reminds us:
It is helpful to see this as an inevitable and necessary time, a time of shedding and letting go, of sitting close to the furnace of death as it cooks away all that is spent and no longer serving life.
In truth, all spiritual traditions that value the dark, surrender us to mystery. To quote Sufi Inayat Khan: ‘In the light I hold Thy beauty, Beloved; in the darkness Thy mystery is revealed’.
So, why is it that many contemporary cultures, both secular and spiritual, eschew the dark, or are even fearful of it? And what have we lost through this erasure of the dark as a sacred source of awakening?
Our industrial societies depend upon artificially over-lighting our world. This loss of darkness matters; having time in the dark, to rest and repair, is vital to the health of all plants and animals including humans. It also signals a psychic as much as a physical dissociation from the cosmic energies of dark matter ~ that which constitutes a vast amount of the universe from which we are birthed.
The rationalist perspectives associated with the Enlightenment brought incredible advances in human society but also some significant losses, most especially severance from other forms of wisdom. Respect for the earth, for indigenous ways of knowing and feminine wisdom were eclipsed or even denigrated as the dark arts, witchcraft or ‘evil’.
The Abrahamic spiritual traditions, as translated and codified over the centuries, have reinforced association of the dark with evil and with sin ~ through the devilish work of Satan, apocalyptic visions of Hell and the actions of a fallen Eve.
More recently, therapeutic practices arising from the work of Freud and Jung associate the dark, the shadow, with all that human consciousness finds it difficult to bear. Whilst integrating that which is held in the unconscious is seen as essential for creativity, healing and wholeness, a lay misunderstanding is that shadow material is primarily negative, troublesome or dangerous ~ a ‘problem to be solved’ rather than ‘a mystery to be faced’ (Connie Zweig and Steve Wolf).
Restoring our connection to the dark as a place of fertile wisdom, and embracing the journey of descent into unknowing as a return to source, feel like important medicines for the soul and for the hard times we are facing.
For me, this means bowing down to Sophia.
Sophia. Wisdom. That which Thomas Merton in his poem Hagia Sophia, calls ‘invisible fecundity’ and ‘hidden wholeness’.
Embracing the dark is a good way to hear the whisperings of Wisdom, to be suffused with hidden wholeness. In my own journey with Sophia, I have been deeply moved by what has been revealed. Gifts of the dark light include growing clarity that:
~ our vulnerability, our falling down, engenders deepening and connection to source
~ everything is sacred, including all that we try to hold at arms length and disavow
~ restoring wholeness, healing, is the essence of the mystical and the manifest path
~ the wisdom of the dark, the earth, the body, the feminine are essential to awakening.
Honouring Sophia is entirely congruent with the lineage of the Sufi Way. Inayat Khan wrote:
The word Sufi comes from a Persian word meaning wisdom. From the original root many derivations can be traced; among them the Greek word Sophia is one of the most interesting.
Perhaps, we might even have been called the Sophia Way! I wonder ~ what does that suggestion evoke in you?
Fertile Darkness
by Basheera Kathleen Ritchie
I close my eyes and darkness descends. Or does it? Shadows and light play upon my closed eyelids and I watch curiously as images appear. Then, remembering to empty, I freefall into the fertile darkness, leaving thoughts behind me. Only a swelling spaciousness remains. Breathing in this alive, yet empty, moment, I become aware of a buoyancy, a sense of release, relief. What is this feeling? I open to it, allowing it to permeate. My body resonates–diaphragm and solar plexus happily glowing. Cradling these precious embers, I let the warm glow envelop me. Is it inside me? Or am I inside it?
With the opening of sensation I lose interest in thoughts; ideas of agency and judgment curl up quietly in a corner. Slowly, I notice the velvety black softness of silence that has settled around me. Here, in the cushioned darkness, a tender, blue light of something unnamable and impossibly pure, flickers within me. Was it there before, unnoticed? Held in its enchanting, yet intimately familiar radiance, I am entirely secure, content to my very core, perfectly complete. My grateful breath bathes my chakras with each rise and fall. From the very depths of my existence a bubble of elation slowly rises until, exceeding its edges, it implodes in an all-encompassing sigh, blessing and sanctifying each exuberant cell.
There is going forward and there is going backward, there is success and there is failure, there is light and there is darkness, there is joy and there is sadness, there is birth and there is death. All things that we can know, feel and perceive have their opposites. It is the opposite quality which brings about balance. The world would not exist if there were not water and earth. Every thing and every being needs these two qualities in order to exist, to act, and to fulfill the purpose of life; for each quality is incomplete without the other. ... by a deep insight into nature we discover that the creation is the same as the Creator, that the source is the same as the goal, and that the two only mean one. There are two ends to a line but the line is one, and this oneness is manifest in all things, though man seldom gives any thought to this subject. This amazing manifestation, this world of variety, keeps us so puzzled, so confused, and so absorbed in it that we hardly give ourselves any time to see this wonderful phenomenon: how the one and only Being shows Himself even in the world of variety. — Sufi Inayat Khan
The Good Dark
by Pir Elias Amidon
It was the dark of the year in a dark year, the world at war. But I didn’t know about that, I didn’t know about evil and the mean things people do to each other. I learned about that later. Here, on my first Christmas, I was just dreaming inside a soft darkness, a darkness as soft as the black of my teddy bear’s ears and arms and feet when I held them to my eyes. It was a friendly dark, a good dark, you can see that by the look on my face, my Buddha face. My teddy bear had a Buddha face too, but you can’t see it in this photo. The good dark always surprised me by turning into colors and light whenever I opened my eyes, and then those colors and the air everywhere all felt like Buddha face, Buddha air, and I was safe. You may not believe me, but I remember that, the Buddha air. The good dark, the good light, the Buddha air — I was inside them, dreaming. I still am.
Murshid as guide …
by Kiran Rana
“Murshid” is one name for guides within Sufi communities or orders and sometimes they are called “rightly guided”…
What that phrase means or could mean is that they are in touch with the spirit of guidance… or contacted by embraced by breathed upon by it
This guidance is a strange thing … it tells you what to do and yet in a way asks what should come next, or what is the next or old or eternal or re-expressed or recurring shape of the truth in that place at that moment...
It breathes the fragrance of truth toward you over you unto you into you but it asks for your faith understanding wisdom and energy to bring that truth-energy into form… and then support, stand under, under-stand that truth
Within, there is the openness toward the ever-freshness that is truth, the wariness that truth is or can or will perhaps be deceptive, and/or test you. An affirmation from body-held parts of your intelligence may feel that you have received the truth and perhaps a whole truth, and with it the challenge to uphold and live and perhaps announce that truth
In aspects of this dynamic, of this exchange with the spirit of guidance, can come deep intuition, soothsaying, hidden or locked symbolism, actions you are asked or compelled to take, and prophecy
There is a spectrum of receptivity and response and in time your guidance shows you where on the spectrum you are or could or should be. But there is also and always the step toward the unknown the unseen that assists truth to manifest by in a sense making it true
Truth is always a reach into that cloud of unknowing we call the mystery. Truth is traveling momentary golden original. As the original it has no copy and is unverifiable. One of its appearances on a human plane is the behavior or approach-attitude-vanity we call sincerity
I talk to the Beloved about darkness
Beloved, why all this talk about your light?
Why this prejudice against darkness?
You are beautiful unknown night as well as dawn’s light.
You are black water at the bottom of the well,
an obsidian stone, a raven’s wing.
Beloved, you are with me in my own midnights,
my inner blindness.
If I sit long enough in my black cavern
the walls begin to sparkle,
bits of mica there, like stars.
You are sometimes silent,
but I know I’m not alone.
When I feel lost, unable to move,
you hold my hand.
It has taken me so long to love both darkness and light,
an eternity to find you everywhere.
—Jeanne Rana
Whispered Prayer 37
Vigil (231229)
the Canonical night office
in dark’s heart
2 a.m., I cannot sleep
so rise to read
my sacred texts
poets’ tender
explorations
poured on the page
I taste the words
against my teeth
allow the lines
to sink in deep
feel their call
their cry
to parse, discern
and understand
softened
by their scrutiny,
lids now night-heavy
I toddle back to bed
slip under my duvet
and drift toward sleep
buoyed on the wings
of a word, a phrase
— Amrita Skye Blaine
Train Daybreak Lines
Winter morning
Daybreak tentatively seeping into the darkness
Smudged sky
Still-dark train window
My own face reflected and overlayed on
A highway outside
Running parallel to the tracks with sporadic
Cars buses trucks
Motion and quiescence, headlights and window-mirror
Various conversations
Wending mouth to ear in nearby seatrows
Multiple languages
Short lengths of other lives
Drifting in this briefly common space
The landscape
Now flows past in bleary sunless daylight
Fields trees sky
Destination and journey, yet to be and at hand
—Anna Zweede
A Winter Meditation
To be spoken aloud. Half whispered and half sung. With lots of slow breath.
Dear Darkness
Deep in the dark
Deep in the dark
Let go of hope
Let go of struggle
Deep in the dark
Deep in the dark
Let go of hope
Then you are free
Deep in the dark
Deep in the dark
Listen to stillness
Listen to peace
Deep in the dark
Deep in the dark
Listen to stillness
Then you can see
—Viv Quillen
Heaven from Heaven
Aerial view over Mother Earth
Night over our western hemisphere
Lit by millions of city lights
Daylight disappears in the west
Darkness reigns
Conflicts rages
A gleam of hope appears in the east.
She looks like heaven from heaven, does she not?
How pretty she is, our blue planet
Who would not want to embrace her?
From the darkness of her womb
We came into being in order to become aware
Of Who we are and to enjoy her beauty.
Now it is our turn to care for her
- like children do when parents aging -
Let us be frugal to her and plead for her safety.
However pretty our city lights look
- like a well-lit Christmas tree -
Could it be that we would be satisfied with less?
From this areal point of view
We look so wholesome and united
And yet darkness reigns too
But that wafer of light rekindles hope.
The pigeon embraces us All and offers peace.
We are home-bound to this beauty
Just to witness is it All!
May hope, peace and love be your slogan for 2024 and yes!
Happiness for your Christmas-days too…
All love
—Umtul Valeton- Kiekens
And This
born of darkness
born of darkness
die into darkness
the dark, our home-of-homes
dark the womb
in dark I sleep, recharge
require dark
as much as light
look up at night
the sweep of stars
wraps me ‘round
a comforter, a cloak
and yes, uncharted space—
but unknown’s here
in sunlight too
it’s not the dark’s support
but the mystery beneath
both light and night—
enigma holds us all
dependably surprising
reliably true
the only stable ground
—Amrita Skye Blaine
from darkness (230510)
as first light skims
the sky, I reflect
how we birth
from dark
what a shock light
must be for the infant
as mother finally
pushes her free
the baby caught
by a stranger then
cut from her source
with a snip of the cord
dark’s comfort vanished
warm sea washed away
where is her refuge now?
no wonder she cries
bewilderment
as new systems begin
lungs fill and empty
for the very first time
she squints, blinks
in this startling world
filled with loud sounds
smells and sights
as she lies skin to skin
soothed by her mother’s
first touch
a new passage
from darkness to light
one into two
—Amrita Skye Blaine