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Come to me as Mohammed. |
O Mohammed, thou flaming Son of God! In the bright luster of thy
martial, celestial song, many have found solace in activity for
their chivalrous souls, eager to rescue dame knowledge from the
tyrant of darkness.
None but the divine warrior wins in battle between strong peace
and weak lust-pleasure, so thy soldiers have dipped their rapiers
of shining good into the poison hearts of evil and ebbed their lives
away.
Mohammed, iconoclast of soul-shorn symbol-idols, thou didst teach
the worship of the One Formless God, washed clean of all distorting
dreams of symbols and forms.
Mohammed, thy voice warned thy fold not to stray in dry pastures
of earth sense-lusts, but to browse on the rich harvests of immortal
mind.
Thy followers know thou art the mortal enemy of sense-drugging,
thought-devastating, God-banishing liquors and opiates. Thou didst
teach that the lust for wine is the misguided craving for the real
Wine, extracted from the winepress of sincere, regular prayer of
Namaz.
Mohammed, thy lighthouse, the Koran, hath guided many stray
soul-ships safely around the submerged rocks of sin and led them
safely to His shore.
Thou didst teach by occasional fasting, or by dropping the company
of gross food, to tempt the Spirit to descend upon the altar of
refinement and partake of the nectar of souls.
Mohammed, with the beats of the war-drums of Allah Ho Akbar,
or the Almighty, drive away the Satan of "matter-stick-to-itiveness."
May thy war-songs of spiritual power overcome the forces of frailty
and limitation which invade our hearts.
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