The Kingdom of the Prophets (Part 1) Prophets Al-Mustafa, Chosen and Beloved, Sun of the Age, returned to the island of his birth in the month of Tehilin, the month of remembrance. His ship gradually approached the port, he stood on the bow, the sailors gathered around him, and the joy of returning to his homeland was born in his heart. He said, with the roar of the sea in his voice: "Look! This is the island where we were born. Here, the earth throws us like a song like a riddle. Song, rise to the sky; mystery, sink to the earth." .Besides our enthusiasm, what else can spread this song and solve this riddle between heaven and earth?

"Once again the sea has given us birth by the sea, and we are but another row of its rolling waves. The sea pushes us so that we may spread her word, but without smacking our hearts on rocks and sand Crush, how can this be done? "This is the law of the sailor and the sea: If you want to be free, you must become a cloud. All invisible things are always seeking form. Even these countless stars want to become the sun and the moon. We seek hard , now back to this island, in such a frozen form. We must turn into clouds again, we must learn from the beginning. If it is not broken into passion and freedom, is there anything that can last forever and rise?

"We shall always seek the shore, where we shall sing, and there shall be heard our song. But what is the breaking of the waves, if there are no ears to hear it? It is something we cannot hear, cultivated Our deep sorrow, which shapes our hearts and gives form to our destiny." At this time, a sailor stepped forward and said: "Master, you led our thoughts back to this port. Today we are back, but you are talking about sorrow and a heart that is about to be broken." Al-Mustafa replied: "Have I not spoken of freedom at the same time, and then of the cloud, the greatest freedom? Nevertheless, I have come to worship the island of my birth with a certain pain, Like a sacrificial horror, kneeling before his slayer."

Said another sailor: "Behold! on the seawall there are many people who have foretold in silence your day, and even the hour of your arrival. They have gathered here from fields and vineyards in need of love. waiting for you." El-Mustafa looked towards the crowd in the distance, his heart was full of thoughts for them, but he remained silent. Then there was a burst of shouting from the crowd, a cry full of nostalgia and prayers. He looked at his sailors and said, "What have I brought them? I was a hunter from afar, and I aimed well and shot the golden arrows they gave me, but I found nothing. I did not seek arrows The arrows, which may now be scattered in the sun with the wings of the never-falling eagle, may have fallen into the hands of those who need them, and who will trade them for bread and wine.

"I don't know where they landed, but I know they made their arcs across the sky. "Even as it is, the hand of love rests on me. You, my sailors, you still sail the sails of my thoughts. I will not be silent. When the hand of law is at my throat I will cry out when, and I will sing when the flames come to my lips." Their hearts were troubled by the words he had spoken.One of them said, "Master, please teach us everything! Maybe we can understand what you say, because your blood flows in our veins and your fragrance breathes in our breath." He answered them, and now his voice was blowing like the wind, he said: "You brought me to the island where I was born, did you make me a teacher? I have not yet been imprisoned in the cage of wisdom, I Still young and naive, it is still difficult to talk about everything, only about myself-that is always the call of the deep to the deep.

The original text is M, which has multiple meanings such as master, master, teacher, master, and gentleman. "Let those who thirst for wisdom seek wisdom in yellow buttercups or a handful of bonnets! And I shall still be the singer, singing of the earth, of your lost dreams that linger between sleep and sleep by day dreams. And I will never stop gazing at the sea." Now that the ship was in port and on the breakwater, he set foot on his own grand island, among his friends and family again.A burst of warm shouts rose from the bottom of people's hearts, which even added to his sense of loneliness in returning to his hometown.

The people were silent, waiting for his voice.But he didn't answer them, and the melancholy of memory overwhelmed him, and he wailed in his heart: "Did I say I would sing? No, I can only open my lips and let the voice of life burst out and melt into the wind to seek Joy and support." At this point, Karima, his childhood friend with whom he had staged scenes in his mother's garden, said: "You have hidden yourself from us for twelve years. For twelve years we have been longing to hear from you." the sound of." He looked at her very tenderly, because when the white wings of the god of death took his mother away, she was the one who closed his eyes for his mother.

He replied: "Twelve years, Karima, do you mean twelve years? I have never measured my own thoughts by the pole of the turning of the stars, nor probed its depth by sound. For , Once love becomes nostalgia, the scale of space and the sound of time are powerless. "A short moment contains a long period of separation. And the separation is nothing but mental fatigue. We may not have been separated from each other." Al-Mustafa looked at the crowd, at all the old and the young, the strong and the thin, some rosy from the sun, some pale.Everyone's face is shining with longing and searching light.

One of them said: "Master, life always treats our hopes and desires bitterly. We are disturbed and cannot understand. I beg you to give us some relief and untie our sorrows." With pity in his heart, he said: "Life is older than all living things. Even beauty has wings before it comes into the world; and truth is truth before it is spoken. "Life sings in our silences, weaves dreams in our sleeps. Even when we are baffled and defeated, Life still sits on its throne. When we cry, Life smiles to the day; Life will be free while we are in chains. "We often give life a name of misery, but it is only our own suffering caused by the darkness of our souls. We often think that life is empty and useless, but it is only our souls lost in the wilderness, and our hearts too intoxicated with ourselves.

"Life is deep, sublime, and far away, but it is also close. Although you look far away, you can only see its feet sleeping. Only the breath of your breath can reach its heart; only the breath of your shadow Shadows flit across its cheeks. The echo of your slightest sob becomes spring and autumn in its breast. "When life is veiled, it is veiled and hidden, like your greatest souls. When life speaks, all winds become words; when life speaks again, the smile on your lips, The tears in the eyes, too, will become words. When it sings, the deaf can hear and be ingested. When life comes, the blind can see her and follow it with wonder."

At this point, he stopped and said nothing.The crowd was silent, and in the silence there was an unheard song that soothed their loneliness and pain. He left the people and walked along the path that led straight to his garden.The garden used to be his parents' garden, where they both and their grandparents were buried. Some still wanted to follow him, but what they saw was a returnee, alone.Because no one of his relatives is alive, and no one can hold a banquet for him to welcome him according to the custom. But the captain advised them, "Let him go alone. For his food is the food of solitude, and in his cup is the brew of memory which he would rather drink alone." The crew stopped because they knew that the situation was just as the captain said.The people gathered on the seawall also restrained their impulsive steps. Only Karima followed not far behind him, contemplating his loneliness and his memories.She was silent, then turned and went back to her home, and wept under the almond tree in the garden, though she did not know why she was weeping. El-Mustafa came, found his parents' garden, and walked over.He closed the garden gate so that no one else could come in. For forty days and nights he lived alone in this garden.No one came, or even stepped through the garden gate, because it was closed, and everyone knew that he preferred to be alone. Forty days and nights passed, and Ayl-Mustafa opened the garden gate so that people could come in. So there came nine companions with him: three sailors from his ship, three who had served in the temple, and three who had played with him in childhood.They are all his followers. One morning, his disciples sat around him.His eyes are deep and full of memories.A disciple named Hafiz said to him: "Master, please tell us about the city of Ophelia, where you spent twelve years." El-Mustafa remained silent.He turned his eyes to the mountains in the distance, to the boundless space, and there was a battle in his silence. Then he said: "My friends, my comrades! Have pity on this nation of many faiths but no religion! "Have pity on this nation that farms without weaving, eats without plowing, and drinks without brewing! "Have mercy on this nation that hails the bully as a hero, and the arrogant conqueror as a magnanimous one! "Have mercy on this nation that despises passion in sleep, and succumbs to lust in wake! "Have mercy on this nation that only shouts loudly at funerals, brags in the face of ruined walls, and only resists with a sword on its neck! "Have mercy on this nation whose politicians are foxes, philosophers are liars, and art is patchwork and conventionality! "Have mercy on this nation that welcomes their new ruler with beats, then sends him off with hisses, and then welcomes another new ruler with bells and whistles! "Have pity on this nation whose wise men are deaf and dumb due to old age, while the strong are still lying in the cradle." "Have pity on this divided and divided nation." Then, one said, "Now is the time to tell us the things that are stirring in your heart but not in your mouth." Al-Mustafa watched the speaker.His voice melted into the singing of the stars.He said: "In your waking dreams, when you are at peace, listen to the whispers of your heart. When your thoughts float lightly, like snowflakes falling from the sky, covering every sorrow in your heart. Put on pure white static clothes. "Isn't the dream of awakening the cloud that blossoms and buds on the big tree rooted in your heart? Are your thoughts not the petals that the wind of your heart blows on the hills and fields? "You look forward to safety and tranquility, Till that which is invisible in you becomes visible, Like the cloud, which gathers, which floats, Till God's blessed hand turns its gray wishes into tiny spars: the sun, the moon, and Star......" Then, half-believing Serkis said: "But, with the coming spring breeze, will the snow of our dreams and our thoughts melt away without leaving a trace?" He answered: "When spring comes and seeks its love among the sleeping groves and vineyards, the snow and ice do melt, and run into the creeks, seeking the mountain streams, that they may be the hereditary drink to the honeysuckle and laurel. By. "When your spring comes, the ice in your heart will melt, and because of this, your secret will run to the brook to find the river of life in the valley, and the river will embrace your secret and carry it to the sea. "When spring comes, all things will melt and become singing. Even the stars, the gigantic snowflakes that swirl and float over the wider fields, will melt into the singing brooks. When the face of the sun rises from the wide horizon, How can all that is coagulated and harmonized not become a flowing melody? And who among you would not be a toast to the myrtle and the laurel? "Yesterday only, you were adrift on rough seas, without a shore, and without a self. And then the wind, the breath of life, weaved you, and cast a veil of light over her face; and then her The hand has gathered you together and given you form, so that you look out into the distance. But the sea follows you, and her song will still follow you. Though you have forgotten your origins, the sea will always affirm her. Maternal love will always call you to your side. "As you wandered among mountains and deserts, you will always remember the depth of her cool heart. Though you often did not know what you longed for, you longed for her vastness and her rhythmic stillness . "Besides, what else can she do? When the rain and dew match the leaves in the mountain jungle and the garden pavilion; When the brook wraps like a silver band about the green garments of your field; when the morning dew mirrors the sky in your garden; All these times the sea is with you. She is a witness to your legacy and demands your love. "It is from you that the melted snow flows down into the sea." One morning, as they were strolling through the garden, a woman appeared outside the garden gate. She was Karima, whom El-Mustafa had loved as a sister in childhood.She stood there in silence, not knocking on the garden door, but gazing earnestly and melancholy into the garden. Al-Mustafa saw the expectation in her eyes, and hurried to the wall and opened the garden gate.She walked in and was greeted. She opened her mouth and said, "What made you leave all of us, so that we could not bask in your glory? See, we have loved you for so many years and longed for your safe return. Now people are calling for you and wanting to talk to you. I It is their messenger who has come to implore you to let them see you, to speak to them of your wisdom, to soothe our broken hearts, and enlighten our ignorance." Al-Mustafa looked at her and said, "If you don't consider all men wise, don't call me wise. I'm just an unripe fruit still hanging on the branch , until yesterday I was but a bud. "Nor should any of you be regarded as patients, for we are in fact neither wise nor fools. We are green leaves on the tree of life, and life itself is above wisdom and certainly above ignorance. "Have I ever been far from you? Don't you know that there is no distance between men except the space of the imagination over which the soul cannot leap. When the soul transcends this distance, the distance itself becomes the soul." rhythm. "The distance between you and your unfriendly neighbor is actually far greater than the distance between you and your loved ones who are thousands of miles away. "This is because there is no distance in memory, only in oblivion there is a chasm which neither your voice nor your own power can reach. "Between the shore of the sea and the top of the mountain lies a secret passage, which you must pass before you become one with the children of the earth. "Between your knowledge and your understanding there is also a secret path which you must discover before you can become one with humanity and thus with yourself. "There is a vast space between your giving right hand and your receiving left hand, and only by allowing your hands to give and receive at the same time can you take them where there is no space. For only by knowing that you both With nothing to give and nothing to take, you can conquer this space. "Indeed, the furthest road stretches between your dreams and your awakenings, between your deeds and your desires. "There is another road which you must cross before you become one with life. But of this I shall not speak now. I see that you are weary from the long journey." Then he walked forward with the woman and nine disciples until they came to the market place.He talked to people, to his friends and neighbors.Fill their hearts with joy and let joy float on their eyelids. Afterwards, he said: "You grow in your dreams, and live your richer lives in your dreams. You pass your days in gratitude for all that you have gained in the quiet nights." "You often think and talk about the night as a time of leisure, when in fact, the night is a time of seeking and striving." "Day gives you the power of knowledge, and teaches your fingers the art of receiving; night brings you to the treasury of life." "The sun teaches all things to yearn for light, but the night raises them up and brings them closer to the stars." "The quiet night weaves the wedding garments in the forest treetops and the garden flowers, and then spreads the rich feast and decorates the bridal chamber; in this atmosphere of holy silence, tomorrow is formed in the womb of time." "While awakening at dawn erases memory, the feast of dreams is always lined up, and the nuptial chamber waits forever." He paused for a moment, and the crowd was silent, waiting for him to speak, and then he spoke again: "You are spirits, though they act in bodies; It is flame. "If you were but husks, it would be meaningless for me to stand before you and speak to you, as a dead man conversing with dead men; but it is not so, for what is immortal in you, Whether it is day or night, you are free and cannot be imprisoned or bound. This is the will of the Supreme Lord. You are just like the wind, you are his breath that cannot be captured and imprisoned. I am also his breathing one breath." He walked away from them and hurried towards the garden. Serkis, the dubious one, said, "Master, what will you say about ugliness? You never speak of ugliness." Al-Mustafa answered him.His words throbbed like whips.He said, "My friend, who would pass your house without knocking, and call you indifferent to him? "How can anyone speak to you in a strange language you don't understand and think you're deaf and say you're not paying attention? "Isn't what you call ugly the very thing you never tried to attain, what you never tried to penetrate to the bottom of your heart? "If ugliness is anything at all, it is at best such things as our eye-wax and ear-wax. "My friend, call nothing ugly, for ugly is nothing but the fear of a soul before its remembrance." One day, they were sitting under the shade of the poplar tree, and one of them said, "Master, time scares me. It passes us by and takes away our youth. What will it give us as compensation?" He replied, "Grab a handful of fertile soil. Have you ever found a seed or a worm in it? If your palm is broad and held long enough, the seed may grow into a Forest, the worm may become a group of angels. Don't forget the years that turned the seeds into the forest and the worms into angels. They are just a moment, and the whole time is just a moment. "What are the seasons of the years but our shifting thoughts? Spring is the awakening in your bosom, summer is but the testimony of your fruitfulness; autumn is an old song to the babes that exist in your life A lullaby? As for winter, I ask you, what else is it but a sleep accompanied by other seasons?" At this time, the curious disciple Manus looked around him.Seeing a clump of cocoon flowers clinging to a fig tree, he said, "Look at these parasites, Master, with their sleepy eyelids drooping, stealing the light from this solid child of the sun, and from the things they cling to. sucking that rich emulsion between the branches and leaves of the main trunk. What would you say about them?" He replied: "My friend, we are all parasites. We labor hard to turn mud into throbbing life, but we are no better than those who draw life directly from mud and don't know what mud is. . "Does a mother say to her child: I'm sending you back to the forest, which is your greater mother, because you tire my heart? "Does the singer reproach his song, saying: Go at once to the echoing cave from which you came! For your voice has taken my breath away? "Shall the shepherd say to his young lambs: I have no pasture to take you to, so let you be slaughtered, an altar sacrifice. "No, my friends, all these questions have their answers before they are asked, just as your dreams are fulfilled before one sleeps. "We are interdependent by that ancient and eternal law, let us live thus The yang of love and kindness!We searched for each other in our solitude, and when we couldn't sit around the fire, we made the journey. "Friends! Brothers! The broadest way is your companions. "These flowering vines clinging to the great trees suck the milk of the earth in the tranquil night, and the earth sucks the milk of the sun in its tranquil dreams. "The sun, as is yours, mine, and all things, sits in glory at the ever-open banquet of the great King. "Manus, my friend! All things live by all things, and all things live by boundless generosity and trust, in the mercy of the Most High." One morning, when the night had not yet faded, everyone strolled in the garden together.They looked at the east, silently facing the rising sun. After a while, Al-Mustafa pointed to the sun with his finger and said: "The image of the sun in the morning dew is no less than the sun itself, and the shadow cast by life in your soul is no less than life itself. "A drop of dew reflects the sun, for the dew and the sun are the same thing; you reflect life, because you and life are the same thing. "When darkness fell upon you, you said: Darkness is the unborn dawn, and though I bear the birth of the night, the dawn will come to me as it was born on the knoll. "There is no difference between the dew that rolls on the petals of the lily at dusk, and you that gather souls in the heart of God. "If a dewdrop says: A thousand years have passed, but I am still a dewdrop! Then you say to it: Don't you know that the light of all the years shines in your circle?" One night, a storm swept the place.Al-Mustafa and his nine disciples entered the house amidst the strong wind and sat silently around the fire. After a while, a disciple said: "Master, I am lonely, and the iron hoof of time is stepping heavily on my chest." Al-Mustafa got up and stood between them, and said in a stormy voice: Alone! ?So what about loneliness?You came to this world alone, and you will disappear in the clouds alone. "Then drink your cup in silence and solitude! Autumn has given other lips other cups, filled them with bitter and sweet wine, as they once filled you wine glass. "Drink your cup alone, even if it smells of your blood and tears. Thank life for your thirst. If your heart is not thirsty, that heart will be but a barren empty shore and a dry sea, neither Songs, and no tides. "Drink from your cup alone, but pour it out with joy. "Raise the woods high above your heads, and to all who drink alone! "Once, I sought out companions and drank with them. But their wine could neither rise to my head nor water my heart, but fell to my feet. My wits were exhausted, my heart closed, and only The feet circled with them among the clouds and fog peaks. "From now on, I no longer seek companions, nor go to drink with them at their feasting table. "Therefore I say to you, so what, though time's iron hoof tramples heavily upon your breast? It is best for you to drink only from the cup of your sorrow as from your joy." cup." One day, when the Greek Feldrus walked into the garden, he tripped over a stone and was very angry.He turned around and picked up the stone, cursed in a low voice: "You dead thing blocking the way!" and threw the stone far away. Ele-Mustafa, who was chosen and loved, asked: "Why do you call you a dead thing? You have spent a long time in this garden, don't you know that there are no dead things in this garden? All things come to life in the vastness of the day and the sublime of the night. You and the stone are one and the same thing, except for the pulse. Your heart beats a little faster. Isn't it so, my friend Yes, your heart beats faster, but not as calmly as it beats. "The rhythm of the stone may be another rhythm, but I say to you: If you measure both in the depths of your mind and in the heights of the sky, you will hear the same rhythm, stones and stars together in perfect harmony." Harmonious tones sing a song together. "If my words do not make you understand, leave it for the next dawn! If you curse a stone because you stumbled over it in blind neglect, then when your head touches the stars in the sky and you will curse it too. But some day you will gather stones and stars like a child picking lilies of the valley, and you will know that all things are alive and fragrant." On the first day of the week, when the bells of the temple rang to their ears, one of them said: "Master, we hear a lot of talk about God here. What do you say about God, what is God like?" Who is it?" Al-Mustafa stood before the crowd, like a vigorous tree defying the storm, and he replied: "Dear friends! Now please imagine, imagine a tree that contains all your hearts." A heart that contains all your loves, a soul that fills all your souls, a voice that contains all your voices, a silence deeper and more infinite than all your silences. "After that, please try to comprehend, comprehend a beauty that is more charming than all other beauties, a song that is deeper and wider than the sea and forest, a solemnity that holds a scepter and stands high on the throne; In front of this majestic throne, Sirius is but a footstep, and the Big Dipper is just a few gleaming dewdrops on the scepter. For food and shelter, raiment and sceptre, which you have always sought, seek now the One, which is neither the place of your arrows nor your cavern to shelter from. "If my word is a rock and a riddle, seek it with all your might, until your hearts are opened, and your questions and perplexities will lead you to the love and wisdom of the Supreme, the Supreme who are called God." People are silent, their hearts are stirring and they are deeply confused.Ayler-Mustapha suddenly felt compassion.He looked at them benevolently and said, "Don't talk about the Shang Dynasty now." God, speak no more of the Highest One, but let me speak of the gods from among your neighbors and your brothers, the elements of nature that swim by your houses and in your fields! You are all willing to ascend to the clouds with fantasy, thinking that is the highest place; you are all willing to cross the vast sea, thinking that is the farthest place.But, I tell you, when you sow a seed in the earth, you reach higher heights; when you exclaim to your neighbor the beauty of the morning light, you cross wider oceans.