3. My Conscience
The cold and solitude
Of my eyes that I spoil and coddle,
The hunger pangs of my heart
To which I yield little.
A lost sheep, astray from the flock,
A wayward ship, dashed against the rocks.
8. Third Eye
If He created the illusion,
Verily, He created the Third Eye
To pierce all illusions.
If He created the maze,
Verily, He also created the Stars
To guide you home.
And if He created Sin,
Verily, He also created the pangs of conscience
To bring you back,
However far you have roamed.
THE GOOD PEOPLE. I suspect that there are actually a lot of good people out there. I would like to believe, and indeed I do believe that most people tend to be decent and kind, quietly living their lives, trying to earn an honest living and bringing up their children as best they can.
I love such people. For I am not like them, me being a sinner of sorts. I am grateful for the good people living among us sinners. Those who did not dash themselves against the rocks of their egos. Those who did not allow their pride or hubris to misguide them.
US SINNERS. But even for us sinners, there is always a way home. A guide to bring us back into the fold of the good people. A star to guide us home from our wayward travel. In Sufi stories such stars are often in reference to the Companions of the Prophet and the Saints.
ORDINARY BUT SAINTLY. But sometimes the heavenly star that God provides for us are not a Saint per se, but the saintly among us. The anonymous friend, the kind stranger, the loving sister, the ordinary people who make this world an extraordinarily better place to live in. It is they who speak for our own conscience when we ourselves are deaf to it.
When the Saints are not around, it is to them that I owe so much.
Have a lovely day, sunshine.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way