Memories of Hidayat Murshid Hidayat is an inspiration who answered the question “To be or not to be?” with "Not to be is to be.” He wrote it and he lived it, constantly self effacing while holding to his course and living the Sufi message of love harmony and beauty. We are very grateful for his friendship, visits and teachings in Australia in 1990 and 1992. By Zubin
Once in the early 90s Pir-o-Murshid Hidayat and Aziza came to my house in Sydney for lunch. My daughter cooked a beautiful meal to enable me to spend more quality time with them. He enjoyed the Australian wine ( I think it was from Azim's vineyard in Orange). What I found remarkable, as this was my first meeting with him on a social level, was his humility, friendliness and sense of humour. I internally had raised him to the level of pope as I had only ever seen him heading the international Sufi meetings, and was doing hero worship, even though this luncheon was pre a business meeting. I now attempt to realise at all times that everyone is God and deserves that level of respect, irrespective that they may be awake or asleep to their identity as part of the creative force and intelligence of the universe. Hidayat taught me that day, as did Sherif Jansen my original murshid that humility, kindness, gratitude, incessant self remembering, forgiveness, a sense of humour, commitment to keeping a healthy temple (body) and altar of God (heart) and ordinariness (not to stand out) to the observers around one, no matter which culture, is all it takes. By Kafia
The Son’s Marriage
Song to Hidayat
By Kafia
(sung to the tune of John Lennon’s Imagine)
The son has married He flies into Her arms His sweet yearning over The son's son is also married To Her and his father married Her too But many years ago The grandson has returned From whence he came Delightful was his telling Of the Loving and the Lovers Of the yearnings Of the weddings He needs to yearn still more Before he can drown in Her arms And burst with crazy love Dancing the wedding night union In the ecstasy of merging Becoming nothing but everything A drop kissing an ocean A lover dying to love his Beloved
By Kafia Sail away your soul is free now Cruise to your reality Leave the harbour of illusion Enjoy love eternally As I place the healing flowers On a rock scribed with your name I pray for light to guide you From all your earthly pain And I pray for a safe passage To a port where peace remains How can we forget you Our hearts sing your refrains You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one Sufis all will remember you Sweet Hidayat - friend - sail on
Note: The reference to the grandson was after Pir Zia’s visit to Sydney
Page 9 Spirit Matters Volume 20 Issue 4 December 2016