Dogs for walks. I walked my dogs
yesterday afternoon. Again. As the lunch crowd settled in the coffee shops,
restaurants, kopitiams, bars and
bistros around my neighbourhood, my dogs were restless for a walk.
No Light at the
End of the Tunnel. The walk started heavy, because my spirit was weighed down.
Have you ever felt kinda dispirited and lethargic, without really knowing why?
I mean of course, we all have problems in our lives, but in some moments the
moody blues cling to our heart, but with no specific reasons. Perhaps it is
a general feeling of despondency and weariness - money problem, health problem,
friendship problem, and a scary feeling that perhaps there is no light at the
end of the tunnel for us…
But I shrugged
aside this feeling and started my walk.
The Archer I
The purpose of
life
Is to find the
true aim
Of the Archer,
And not to
waste time
Shooting your
arrows
At everything
that this world
Offers you as
target practice…
I heard this
from someone who knows…
Quite Nice. I made my way
towards the nearby park, hidden and closeted on all sides by townhouses. And with
each step I took, I left behind one milligram of my worries. And the further I
walked, the further I left the cares and concerns of this world behind me. As before, the
wind came, and beneath the green canopy of the tall trees, it was really quite
nice.
The Archer II
The Lord of the
Archers shows you everything,
And He lets you
see everything,
But He guides
those whom He loves
One step at a
time, one flight of the arrow at a time
Flying from
your blessed bows
To the blessed
ends…
I heard this
from someone who knows…
Chance meeting. The afternoon
grew darker and me and my dogs ended our travel at the cornerside stall of
Devi’s. There I wondered, if any friend of mine would drop by. And then he did.
And then another fellow..
The Archer III
O’ my Prophet,
My arrow is in
my hand,
And my bow is
steady,
But if you look
at me that way,
If you smile at
me that way,
If you continue
to say what you say
In that way…
How will I ever
hit the target,
Swayed as I am
With happiness
that poets
Write in their
intimate sacred prose?
I heard this
from someone who knows…
A storm. As we sat
musing over a cup of iced coffee, suddenly the heavens broke and a tropic storm
lashed down against the lunchtime crowd of people and cars that pass us by.
Thunder and lightning played havoc with the Djinns as we sat sheltering under
the flimsy zinc roof of the stall.
The Archer IV
Once you
understand your real aim, o’ Archer
The target
comes to you closer and closer,
One
understanding at a time, one lesson at a time,
Till it rests
upon the business end of your arrow head,
The arrow will
not fly now,
It is the
target that will fly to you,
Sitting,
standing, running or lying down,
You are seeing
the world as it is,
Transient and
transparent like a ghost,
A dream within
a dream within a dream…
I heard this
from someone who knows…
Life is very fine sometimes, I think. Thank you for keeping me company in my almanac. I did not walk very far yesterday, but Heaven knows where our thoughts wandered to... May God forgive me and may He always bless you.
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| my dogs |
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
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