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Returning to the story of the sick person and the Prophet's visit
This visit is for the sake of connection, and this connection is pregnant with a hundred loves.
The Prophet went to visit without being seen and found the companion in the throes of death.
When you are far from the presence of the saints, in truth, you are far from God.
Since the result of separation from companions is sorrow, how can separation from the face of kings be less?
Seek the shadow of kings with haste at every moment so that you become better than the sun from that shadow.
If you have a journey, go with this intention, and if you are at home, do not be heedless of this.
A sheikh told Bayazid, "I am the Kaaba, circumambulate around me."
The sheikh of the community, Bayazid, was running towards Mecca for Hajj and Umrah.
In every city he visited, he would seek out the dear ones.
He would search around to see who in the city was relying on the pillars of insight.
God said, "In travel, wherever you go, you must first seek a man."
Aim for the treasure, for this profit and loss will follow; consider it secondary.
Whoever sows with the intention of wheat, the chaff will come along with it.
If you sow, wheat will not grow; seek humanity, seek humanity, seek humanity.
Aim for the Kaaba when it is time for Hajj, for when you go, Mecca will also be seen.
The aim in the ascension was to see the Friend, and the Throne and angels were also shown as a result.
Story
One day a new disciple built a new house; the elder came and saw his house.
The sheikh tested that well-thinking new disciple.
He asked, "Why did you make a window, my friend?" He replied, "So that light may enter through this path."
The sheikh said, "That is secondary; you need to hear the call to prayer through this path."
Bayazid searched much during his travels to find someone like Khidr of his time.
He saw an old man with a crescent-like stature, seeing in him the dignity and speech of men.
Blind in sight but with a heart like the sun, like an elephant dreaming of India.
The closed-eyed sleeper sees a hundred joys; when he opens them, he sees nothing—how strange!
Many wonders become clear in sleep; the heart becomes a window in sleep.
He who is awake and sees a pleasant dream is a mystic; his dust is in his eyes.
He sat before him and asked about his condition, finding him a dervish and also a family man.
He asked, "Where are you headed, Bayazid? Where will you take the baggage of exile?"
He replied, "I intend to go to the Kaaba from early morning." The old man asked, "What provisions do you have for the journey?"
He said, "I have two hundred silver coins; look, they are tightly tied in the corner of my garment."
The old man said, "Circumambulate around me seven times, and consider this better than the circumambulation of Hajj.
Place those coins before me, O generous one, and know that you have performed Hajj and achieved your goal.
You have performed Umrah and found eternal life; you have become pure and hastened to purity.
By the truth that your soul has seen, God has chosen me over His house.
Though the Kaaba is His house, my creation is also the house of His secret.
He did not enter that Kaaba, but in this house, none but the Living One entered.
When you see me, you have seen God; you have circumambulated the Kaaba of truth.
Serving me is obedience and praise to God; do not think that God is separate from me.
Open your eyes well and look at me to see the light of God in man."
Bayazid kept those points in mind, like a golden ring in his ear.
He became alive when he saw the Prophet, as if at that moment he was created.
He said, "This fortune gave me this illness, for this Sultan came to me in the morning.
Until I received health and the end from the arrival of this king without entourage.
O blessed pain and illness and fever, O blessed pain and wakefulness of the night.
Look, in my old age, out of grace and kindness, God gave me such illness and ailment.
He gave pain to my back so that I would jump up every midnight without fail.
So that I would not sleep all night like a buffalo, God granted pains out of His grace.
From this break, the mercy of kings surged, and hell was silenced by my threat.
Pain became treasure, for mercies are within it; the fresh core emerged when the skin was peeled.
O brother, in a dark and cold place, endure sorrow and weakness and pain.
The fountain of life and the cup of intoxication is there; all heights are in lowliness.
Those springs are hidden in autumn; in spring is that autumn, do not flee from it.