And who by fire, who by water,
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
Who in your merry merry month of may,
Who by very slow decay,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
And who by avalanche, who by powder,
Who for his greed, who for his hunger,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
Who in solitude, who in this mirror,
Who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,
Who in mortal chains, who in power,
And who shall I say is calling?

– Leonard Cohen


Life is a relationship. Between me and him, who stands behind the curtain. The curtain can never be drawn back to reveal him. But he is revealed every day, every moment, in every anguish and every breezy joy, because in these he sends his messages. He is the only creator there is, and his creations are a gift to us, to accept, look at, wonder.

Then we know who it is who is calling, what he is like. And what he wants us to be.


“One night Muhammad was asleep when a voice woke him up. It was the angel Gabriel. Gabriel told him that a golden horse awaited him outside which would take him on the voyage planned for him. Muhammad mounted the horse, and the horse flew across indescribable realms. They went past many splendid sights, dazzling to the eyes, unfathomable. Then, after what seemed like eternity, the horse stopped.

There was a curtain. A voice spoke to Muhammad – ‘beyond this curtain is truly what is, of which all else you have seen in this life are shadows. The curtain will not be drawn back for mortal beings.’

In awe and respect, Muhammad quietly sat there and then, after a while, turned back. The horse took him back to his dwelling on earth. It was still night, and the the chain on his door, which swayed for a few moments when the door was opened, was still swaying. The journey had only been a moment long.

That day, all his doubts were laid to rest, and he saw clearly his destiny as the seal of the chain of prophets that had begun thousands of years ago with Adam. Today, we remember this night journey as the meraj – ‘the ascension’.”

– Islamic tradition

~ by tdcatss on March 23, 2016.

2 Responses to “Who?”

  1. One of my all-time favourite poems. Great interpretation of its meaning.

  2. Thank you :). I have added something. You might like to read it.

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