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.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
I am tempted to yell, to shout, to tell the whole world. To gloat over the fortune...
But, but. One must be as stable and quiet in happiness as one is in pain.
What I have learned in the past few years, dear Prophecy, is that nothing lasts forever - and that in many ways, good is not different from bad, joy is not different from pain, and that all good things were conceived in the womb of difficulty and trial.
It's a duality - and when one shifts into another is something that will remain beyond our reach. A person who really knows, who understands, is one who can keep their head held straight and their heart calm.
I am happy, Prophecy. I have learned that all things come from and return to One. I have learned that the moment of reaching one's destination is the hardest test on the journey for most. And yelling, shouting, telling can kill the magic even before it began after all the trials of the quest.
So I am going to do what I must do - simply be grateful, quiet, and feel blessed. That, Prophecy, is the way to feel joy rapturing your heart, to feel your moment, to accept things as they are. To be truly one with the rhythm of the multiverse!