You just never know what God will produce next.
There is a true poetry and there is a false poetry just as there is a true music and a false music. A person knowing many words many syllables, can fit them together and arrange something mechanically, but that is not poetry. Whether it be poetry, art, or music; it must suggest life, and it can only suggest life if it comes from the deepest impulse of the soul. – Inayat Khan
Al-Batin is the most hidden treasure, the secret of secrets. The essence of God is utterly hidden, but it is not hidden inside of something else. There is nothing for it to be hidden within. — Meyer, Wali Ali; Hyde, Bilal (2012-07-15). Physicians of the Heart: A Sufi View of the Ninety-Nine Names of Allah. Sufi Ruhaniat International.
The hidden One
waits in sacred longing and anticipation
in the place that can be found with close attention
Often found in the empty space within a sound or a note,
there It is:
Yes! I knew it all along.
Why, it’s perfectly natural.
Then the rest falls away.
It never mattered in the first place,
nor did it exist to begin with.
A great relief.
Sometimes there is nothing left but Rilke:
I love you, gentlest of Ways,
who ripened us as we wrestled with you.
You, the great homesickness we could never shake off,
you, the forest that always surrounded us,
you, the song we sang in every silence,
you dark net threading through us,
You began yourself so greatly
on that day when you began us—
and we have so ripened in your sunlight,
spreading far and firmly planted—
that now in all people, angels, madonnas, you can decide:
the work is done.
Let your hand rest on the rim of Heaven now
and mutely bear
the darkness we bring over you.
Barrows, Anita (2005-11-01). Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (Kindle Locations 823-830). Penguin Group US.
And that is enough.
Evil people do not further
The perseverance of the superior man.
The great departs; the small approaches.
On Election Night 2016, as we all began to see what was happening, I went to throw an iChing, which often comforts me in times of horror. The hexagrams that came up for “Present” and “Future” were both “Stagnation” or “Standstill”
In a state of standstill or decline, confusion and disorder come along. Inferior forces are on the rise, when the powers of clarity and creativity are on the decline. In such times, the wise take shelter in their own integrity and quietly remain faithful to their principles. Retreat from public activities and common exchanges until the times favor direct action.
During periods of stagnation, inferior elements in society come to the forefront. When the inmates are overrunning the asylum, summon up your fortitude, hide your worth and withdraw. Concentrate on your personal affairs with a quiet dignity, even if that means forfeiting short-term rewards.
Desiring to change a situation too quickly often creates extra conflict. By accepting hardship, while striving to maintain integrity, you are preparing for future growth. “A seed of prosperity is often hidden inside the husk of misfortune.”
Draw your own conclusions.
Voldemort has returned, and Snape is dead. It’s up to us. And all the unseen Beings.