A Quest for Beauty; A Lust for Life!
Allah is Beautiful, and Hu Loves Beauty!
When the primordial Question, "Am I not your Lord?" reached my perception, I remember, I had said, "Yes! And You are Beautiful! And I love You!" That became the anthem of my soul. Then I was put to sleep. Now I wake up. This is a chronicle of my awakening.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
I will try love, the path of heart, and flight.
I have nothing sensible to say, teach, share anymore.
I have no invitations to make to sense and sensibility -- there are none.
I read this diary, and I realize, with much amazement, that that which I consider lunatic and insane actually makes perfect sense.
And all the sensible persons and things are now bewildered.
I was answering the wild call of the heart -- and I was right!
There was magic to it!
There was flow to it!
There was love to it!
No PowerPoint presentations can be made on that, alas.
No mashable stories.
No Twitter lead tags.
No Facebook pages may entertain such insanity.
But I like this insanity.
I prefer this over a thousand folds of sanity!
And this is it. This is it!
Sunday, January 08, 2012
But I am no Rumi.
I am grounded finer than stardust
I am not one thing.
I am not even nebulous.
I am a powder grounded
I take time to gather my being.
They say there is no time.
Have they found, upon awakening, that their being
I know not.
Rumi, at least, left me one legacy:
Gathering, gathering, gathering.
A mercurial being
gathering into a mercurial ball
I am gathering.
January 8, 2012