When someone whose heart has recognition hears the word in the name of God, the lights of his heart glitter, all his distress disperses, and the radiance of his kernel is bewildered in His majesty. When someone whose heart has faith recognizes this word, he loves it from within his mindful heart and departs from slumber in seeking it, abandoning for its sake every concern and desire. It is commonly said by the leaders of the religion and the ulama of the Shariah that whatever is in the Lordly books and scriptures—the pages of Adam and the scriptures of Seth, Idris, Abraham, and Moses—is gathered together in the Torah, the Gospel, and the Psalms. The explication and mark of whatever is in these books is found in the tremendous Qur’an and the splendorous Furqān.
Whatever is gathered together and heard in the Qur’an is in the Surah al-Fātiḥa. Whatever is in the Surah al-Fātiḥa is in these four words: in the name of God, the All-Merciful, the Ever-Merciful. Whatever is in these four words is in the letters of in the name of God. Whatever is in these letters is in the form of the in [ب]. Whatever is in the form of the in is inside the purse of its dot. It has also been said that the Qur’an is arranged like the Throne and the dot of the in is like a dust mote. Now open the eye of the secret core and gaze on the forms and the Surahs! Observe the utmost tremendousness in the Qur’an and the Throne and the mark of power in the dust mote and the dot.
Relative to power do not consider anything tremendous, and relative to wisdom do not call the existence of anything lowly or tiny. He created the Tremendous Throne, and under each of its pillars are 360,000 worlds full of proximate and holy angels. He created the lowly dust mote such that the trace of its form is seen with the senses, but the hand cannot touch or feel it. The dust mote is masked, but the light of the sun brings it face-to-face. The Throne is veiled, but the light of the Qur’an explicates it. As long as there is no light, no one sees the dust mote, and as long as there is no mark, no one knows the Throne.
In the creation of the Throne, there is wisdom, for it is the roof of the world, the greatest prayer-niche, the mirror of power, the utmost limit of form, the kiblah of the cherubim, the place circumambulated by the proximate angels, the treasury of subtleties, the source of rarities, the rising place of lights, the gathering place of influences.
And in the creation of the dust mote, there is wisdom, for it is the explication of perfect power, the mark of the manifestation of creativity, the mirror for taking heed, the witness to the unneediness of exaltedness, the explication of the motivation for taking into account, the mark of the severity and power of the Compeller. Thus you will know that the artisanry of the wise Artisan is not aimless, His work not foolish, and He does not play games. In whatever He does there is a secret, for in His wonder-working there is no caprice or folly. “Resolutions come in the measure of the resolute.”
103:1-2 By the era! Surely man is in loss.
The Real swears an oath by the days and the time, which are the locus of taking heed for the gazer and the trace of the power of the Powerful: The Adamite is always in decrease and loss, his life in ruins. He is destitute and bewildered in the passing days. Every day that passes him by in his heedlessness is one part of his decreasing life, bringing him closer to the Last Day. He travels in decrease and fancies that he is increasing. He brings forth disobedience as ready cash and throws off obedience for tomorrow.
You said you’d do the work fully tomorrow.
Who gives you the assurance of tomorrow?
God’s Messenger, who was the paragon and the best of creation, the chosen and pulled up by the Real, said that he never got up in the morning expecting to reach the evening, and he never slept in the evening expecting to reach the morning; that he never put a morsel in his mouth supposing that he would finish eating it before he died. That paragon often used to say in supplication, “O Lord, give me a life in the sweetness of obedience, give me a death pure of alienation and slipping, and bring me into Your Presence neither shamed by my deeds nor embarrassed by the passing days.”