D has died. He wanted affection in his last days. I.... (sigh!) wasn't around much. But a much more caring soul, my father, took care of him. D reminds me that I still must learn to liberate the love inside me, and focus the force of my love on what matters most.
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.
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