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The debate I wish we'd had (for Nabeel Qureshi)

The debate I wish we'd had (for Nabeel Qureshi)

Gazhali’s hair would still be tied in a saddhu’s mop!

For ‘in the text’,         I see it not.     Yet confess

to having heard it in the living:   a reverberance

of three, an Elohim (Abba, Bro and Holy Aide)

Tawheed is equally complex; I’ll give you that…

and an imprint-in-primary marks nature East

to West like a Korean-Celtic eddy, irreducible

Though, I much prefer      to stick to letters red

from the lamb who’s blood was shed than

assert the philo-Sophia of ‘The Shack’

as        a T-Rex of truth,        that

can’t be verified outside faith, blind

Otherwise, it is implied, we become the binding gum

“as I and the Father are one”  that resonates to repair

‘broken’ molecules                of God,            then…

divinity leaks out and subsumes us all as

sand-tombed ruins—or those honey-drowned

insects we   view in amber      like

Pompeii’s mayan ghosts in ash

Puff! and the line gets erased;

your Doctrine-sound            conflates

and Syn-Io and Asherah multiply again

like gremlins high on Zion’s zamzam, tell

all becomes the Self in an “heretical” Monism

or Nirvanannihilation—So, for good measure,

why not just remain a Sufi   —reflecting

on the Face/s of Hallaj’s bodhisattva?

You see, this Trinity expands like a Persian pasta pot—

far exceeding Yazd-dazzling apocalyptic spirits-seven

—that can’t be shut in or out even by Noah’s Pandorark!

Unless I’m wrong! and Osiris’ member becomes

Jesse’s root and we indeed do clothe ‘Other’

as symbiotic ‘host’ to The Host-cum-“Guest”

an exceptional condition:                

Stranger on a bus of Quality Control

from Eden’s   oil spill

Even ‘twer so, can’t we let it go—stop the hemorrhage

caused by all the pompous I-knows of orthodoxy?

Is it not wiser to concede that the I AM may be

none other than        the Son’s        sky “Pappa”,  

as he himself bears witness:            The Source

of divine LOGOS—neither  made nor Constant

-inoplian but              “born of God”

And hold up former mirrors for the litmus;

such as love,               and trust,

and imitation of the Master.

 

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