Eid Reflections: Between Duality and Unity
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It is 7:20 pm, and I am setting this down while listening to the sounds of Congo relaxing music on this evening of Eid Mubarak… “Malembey Congo…”
The world of duality I have lived in thus far is becoming more and more diverse rather than united. From the arts to geopolitical tragedies, it seems to be spreading—everyone taking sides.
How is it possible that a humanity capable of creating such healing music can also produce the most heinous monsters? Leaders of the East and the West, children of the same earth, bringing destruction upon lives and cities.
It is my addiction to grapple with such questions, even knowing I may never arrive at a final truth. My heart aches and trembles at the suffering—for what?
If I cannot make sense of what is happening within and without this human form I inhabit, how much less can the layman in the mines and fields? What are they to make of rising costs, falling wages, or a bomb that suddenly falls upon a neighbor’s roof?
Where did it come from? Why?
For those with access to the internet—blessed are they. Yet they know not what they truly hold in their hands. The algorithms rarely lie… but neither do they reveal the whole truth.
Are we in control of our minds—or is it the other way around?
I, too, am guilty. Addicted to scrolling like the rest of the world. We search endlessly—religion, philosophy, history, geography, science, mathematics… even war and desire.
But who is making the choice?
To hate… or to love unconditionally—who decides?
In the Zen school, the Roshi might cut you short with a simple question:
“Who is asking?”
Then send you back to the kitchen.
Yes… who is the witness?
Am I the witness?
Who am I?
On this day of Eid Mubarak, if I were to find the answer to this eternal question, I would be truly blessed. If not, then I will continue—creating stories to pass the time.
Perhaps even open a small school… a Zen–Yoga–Sufi center somewhere on Pulau Kapas, off Marang in Kuala Terengganu. Perhaps this is the final dream I am meant to accomplish.
If I can make it happen, I would leave this world a happy man—knowing I have helped, even in the smallest way, to heal it… or at least prepare those who must face the future—the children.
Even thinkers like Neil deGrasse Tyson, in his reflections on “A Scientist’s View of War,” attempt to awaken us to reality.
And as Albert Einstein once said:
“I do not know how World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
Islam declares that Unity is paramount.
Yet we continue to divide—from the universal to the individual. We remain separated not only in how we think, but in who we believe is doing the thinking.
So today, on Eid Mubarak, I choose to break more than just the fast. I choose to break old habits—and move toward new ones.
I have been exploring new ways of thinking—especially ideas around quantum consciousness. Perhaps one day I will understand enough to perform what seems like magic… to create fire in the palm of my hand.
Not to prove anything—but because it makes for a good story.
After all, I am a storyteller.
This is how I pass my time—cooking, painting, watering the plants, feeding the cats… and resting. I take many naps, which I believe are good for both body and mind.
I cherish my dreams. Some are vivid, even profound.
This is who I am in this physical form.
Yet through a spiritual lens, I begin to sense infinite possibilities ahead.
If I can align body, mind, and spirit into perfect coherence… perhaps I may transcend where I stand now.
To unite all three as one—
to touch Divine Consciousness,
the Supreme Consciousness that governs the Universe.
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