My life
was nothing
but the temporal rising
of a wave
within the Ocean;
raising its head
to the surface
for an instance,
and collapsing again
into the origin
of its insignificant being.
Oh how long
has stretched
this moment
of this wave
shattering into the Ocean!
_RA.
aka The Prophecy
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.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
The Wave's Return
Labels:
Life,
Poetry,
Power of Now
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