GOODBYE
48. mirror of heart
A Week of Akas looking for “the other” in that pulsation, not found. Searching, being investigated, not meeting. Just a pulsation. The second week, same. Arriving in the middle of the third week, Akas was tired of thinking this. Every moment he thought. So neken. So, the story is he wants to rest for a moment his brain is hot. It will be connected again, if it is already bada adem. Now just impregnated, not scabbed....
Tomorrow night, when he was being shahdu permeated the heart with the light dhikr, suddenly felt that the pulsation “beep”. But, in just an instant, then it withered away along with her consciousness she over this. “Yes Allah, what is it?” So, he was quick to chase the one that just passed by, but could not. Being chased and constantly pursued, remains unchased. Why go? Where's the run?
For a moment, it was real to Akas that the throbbing of his heart rang “Allah”. Certainly not a literal sound but rather “noir rasa”. At the limit of words, it is His asthma at every beat. “God, Allah, Allah,” so. For the sake of truth, there are no lies here. That's how it is.
Then the sound disappeared. Wh why? Where to...?
Akas also denied it. For a moment, he realized, It seems, the key is in that nimble. Don't be bullied, don't be coerced, don't be chased with lust. Release, release, just recharge. Use the heart itself, do not ride the intellect. So, it is clear now for him Kyai Khalil's instructions “do not hope and do not expect the”. “Allah,” Akas sighed softly. Then, it began to permeate the pulsation again with what it was. Dzikr Light, continues to flow with his soul....
Dan, right. It didn't take long, “Allah, Allah,” it re-echoed in the pulse of his heart. Incredibly, this situation is simply impossible to express in words. Human language will not be able to describe the majesty of the sense that is encircling the true self of Akas. “Allah, Allah,” it throbbed itself without being asked. Amazing, that this “Allah” pulse goes hand in hand with Light dhikr. Not untel-untelan, even strengthen each other. Now, there are two kinds of dhikr that are real reverberating in the eagle.
Allah Akbar....
The next day, Kyai Khalil hugged Akas, after the disciple delivered what he had experienced last night and continues to this day. “Dzikir Qalbi, a trembling heart calls his asthma,” he said quietly. After patting the shoulders of his youngest student, he returned to his original sitting position with a big smile. His eyes fixed on Akas who was also smiling. For a moment, they smiled at each other in silence.
“Nah, Akas, at this level, dzikir Light has opened your qalbum. The fact is, in fact, the qalbu of every human being is dhikr, always calling his asthma. But not everyone is able to feel this. Because, it takes the alignment of birth to the mind that is not just speech. Without it, until any time will not be read. There is no visible diamond hidden in the garbage heap,” said Kyai Khalil, breaking silently.
I nodded, “What is qalbu understanding, Yai?”
Kyai Khalil smiled, “Some would argue that qolbu is the heart. Not wrong. The heart in the form of taste, is indeed part of qolbu. But, the truer understanding, qolbu or qolbi is his heart. Heart or soul of heart. Everything has a core, right? Thats. In existence, qolbu is a form of purest taste. Other terms, amrun dzanqy..”.
I nodded again. Amrun dzanqy, he already knew this term from the exposure of his grandfather first.
“Those whose hearts quiver call upon the name of Allah,” Kyai Khalil sighed, then smiled to himself. “Partially, some argue that dhikr is chanted in the heart, called dhikr Qalbi. Verbal recitation spoken in the heart, as you read in the heart, is called Qalbi dhikr. At the term limit, please. But, for you now must be different, right?” he mesem again.
Akas nodded, “Lain once, this one sounds alone. Not accidentally spoken in the heart like reading in that day,” he said.
“Hehehe. But, don't be so easy to punish, huh? We are all fighting towards Him. Those of you who have been allowed by Him to feel this truth, give thanks and always be grateful. Do not even feel in the wind, then look down on his brothers. Later taken again taste by Yang Punya Iho, hehehe..”.
Akas grimacing.
“Next, sharpen your race. Start learning to sharpen the taste by continuing to recite the Light combined with the Qalbi dhikr. Your mind is subdued, but not completely submissive. Like criminals looking for opportunities, hehehe.... So, on the Spiritual level of reality, for a while do not jump on the mind first. Just ignore him, until he's completely kapok.”
Akas laughed. Out, the criminal Kyai Khalil said...
“Oo yes, reopen al-Qur’an. Read the holy verses with your race,” he continued bersejang.
Akas who is chuckling, change mendelik, “Bby , read again, Yai?”
“Who forbids?” Kyai Khalil smiled.
Who mendelik continued nyerdeh. Eventually, Kyai Khalil used the “not ngaku” event all the way through.
“I mean, read with taste earlier, how?”
“Read with his knowledge, read with faith. Your grandfather used to teach that faith is true and can be felt, right?”
“Iya, Yai.”
“Well, use your God-given race. You read His book, so be with Him. Do not read the Book of Allah without Him.” Akas.
“Taste found. Understand that al-Qur’an is entirely the nature of taste. Read it with taste too. With your true race, with your faith. How can it be a clue if reading it is not based on faith in Who Gives Hints?”
Akas continued to nod.
“Do not look at His book like an ordinary book. A recipe book or other. The Qur’an, in its outward form, is indeed the same as the ordinary book. Paper, lettering, and printed in printing. Then, it can be torn, can be damaged, can even be burned or burned. This, the “benda” you know. If that's true, it doesn't have to be. For the Qur'an is Azhim, part of the Book of Mubbin, the True Book of the Luminous. Well, this one is paper-free, without letters, and no printing is able to print it, hehehe, ..”
“What is it like?”
“Oo, is that it, Yai? So, no need to be chased?”
“What's being chased?” Kyai Khalil mesem.
“He said, pursue science to China?”
“Hehehe..., who chases all the way to China is preparation. If the knowledge is not going anywhere. The one that was stabbed by the needle, wasn't it your own body? Your body's here with time in China, it's the same. The science is in your body. Just, the preparation has to go there. The teacher is in China anyway, hehehe..”.
Akas laughed. Either way. But this feeling can also be.
After haha-hehe for a moment, Kyai Khalil continued to tell his youngest student about his technical “read with rasa” earlier...
“Please ask Him for permission, paste your race on the verse you are about to read. Chant the Light and Qalbi with shahdu. Then, iqra bismi Rabbika, read in the name of your Lord. If your taste or faith is enough to accept the content of the holy verse, then the verse will open up meaning. Accept it, it's his lead. Do not be surprised if for example you find a description of meaning that may not be the same as you think. In fact, in the verses that are said to be muhkamaat, the verses are clear. Get here, okay?”
Akas nodded.
“If for example, it turns out that the verse you read tells a story, then understand that in this case your race is not enough to receive the content. Faith is multilevel. Your level back then, wasn't enough for this. Do not force yourself to understand it. You look up and force him to open. Free. Even if it opens, it's just as if. Not true meaning. Wh why? Because, you involve lust there, playing just resourceful. It's a delusion, full of delusion. Later, he is seen as a beautiful doll from India dressed in translucent silk, hehehe.”.
Nyerengeh. Fun too. Uh, not ding....
“Feet taste, it is spontaneous. If it is not tek-jess, it means not yet aligned. That is, your race is not enough to accommodate the taste. Not maybe, maybe later. Be patient, tomorrow or the day after, God willing the instructions will come to visit. A thousand years isn't long, is it? There's that song, hehehe...” Kyai Khalil laughs softly, then hums affectionately, “S thousand years before long, just a moment, we will meet anyway...”.
“Hahaha..,” Akas forced to ngakak. You see, especially the last part, the mosques of the Great Mosque will not believe that he told me that he witnessed Kyai Khalil so “biduan thousand years”. The in-laws are sure it is hard to believe this. Kyai Khalil singing? Sure enough....
After laughing for a while, Kyai Khalil continued again, “In addition to the written verses, read also the verses implied.”
“Which story?”
“This one, which is all this. Understand that the verses of Allah are not just the Qur'an. As per nature, the part of the zhahir following his mind, real and supernatural, is His verse. This is the Book of Mubbin, this True Book of the Luminous Qur'an..” Kyai Khalil patted slowly the nearby Qur'an, “is al-Qur’anul karim. That one, al-Qur'anul azhim. Karim part of azhim. Don't be flipped.”
Akas sighed, then nodded.
“Eem, how is it, Kyai?” she asked.
“Principles, same. Ask Him permission, establish your race, and read it in His name. Just, read it with the eye. Look at the various maujuds of this Being.”
“Beholding it, viewed?”
“Iya. Look with your eyes, harmonize with the taste in your heart.” Kyai Khalil is silent for a moment. “In reality, you look with heart.”
Mangosteen-grip.
“If maujud from Yang Embodied earlier, what does it mean?”
Kyai Khalil mesem. “To put it simply, all these existing beings, both living beings and inanimate objects. Easy understanding, so. If the hard part is, you will explain it to me. You are still young.”
Akas nengir, “For example, chicken equals stone?”
“Same mountain can also,” Kyai Khalil reply nyerdeh.
Akas. Far Kyai his scale? But, no wrong.
That's core. This conversation was still going on for a while longer, until Akas implored himself. You see Mang Iyung has been pacing directly across the door, send the code “petan dong” to son-in-law Kyai Sanusi. Ordinary, the other guests had already gathered. Not good with angpao, if at all.
“Now, hone your race. Says the aulians, rubbing the mirror of the heart. That,” Kyai Khalil closes session.
Akas nodded in understanding....
