The Blame Game, Joy and Sadness and the Presence of God in your heart - contemplation of love b.c. and a.c. ( before coffee and after coffee)

1. Sorrow and joy to God 

I must admit to you, o’ seekers, 

It is sometimes through sorrow 

That we learn of our Lord. 

Although perhaps we may wish 

For only joy to be the means 

By which we understand Him. 

Sorrow or joy, does it really matter? 

When both paths 
Lead to Him? 

................... 

Forgive me, sunshine. I must have been in a real gloom the day I recorded the above prose some 3 years ago. He he he. I think I was heart-broken. At least momentarily. But I (being a sinner) have little patience, you see. Not willing to keep it all in and just wait and see. 

I guess being a writer means I must find some avenue to vent my sadness and frustration. Whether I am with Him, against Him, or in some sort of ambivalent association, whether I am sad or angry, bitter or happy, depressed or joyful, it has all been about God. 

Like this morning. I went to bed last night feeling quite healthy really. Then I wake up this morning with some aches and sore limbs. "Why God? Whyyyy...?", I whined as I made my way gingerly down the staircase. He he he. But now it is different. With the caffeine coursing through my veins, breakfast already safely deposited in my stomach, I feel quite chirpy actually. And the aches are gone. Like magic.

After morning coffee and some reflection I think
I can conquer the world. Or at least get up
without feeling so achy and sore. 

So lest I forget, let me register my appreciation with God right here and now... 

Dear God...

Thank You, God. 

If in my forgetfulness, 

I blame You for EVERYTHING. 

When in my wakefulness 

The least I could do is 

To thank You for EVERYTHING. 

.............................

He he he. 

Have a lovely day, sunshine. And stop whining so much. 

He he he. 

Wa min Allah at-taufiq 

Hate has no place in Islam 

Love will show the Way

Love, the Opposites and the Ego - If we were not lost, we would not seek guidance

Kiara Cemetery

Things Only Make Sense Because...

Birth only makes sense

Because at one time

We never existed here,

Life only makes sense

Because one day

We shall cease to exist here,

Knowledge only makes sense

Because of our manifest ignorance,

Wisdom only makes sense

For how foolish we can be,

Guidance only makes sense

For the countless times we

Were lost,

Love only makes sense

For the years we spent

Looking for Love,

And thinking ourselves

Unloved!

Forgive us, God,

For making such a false assumption of You

To our own dire detriment!

Senses. 'Goodness' can be perceived by the sense of happiness or contentment that we feel, and 'bad' can be perceived by our own sense of sorrow and regret. But our senses can deceive us, after all mind-bending drugs like cocaine and morphine also makes us feel happy, overjoyed even... but I think everyone can agree that they are not good for us. And medicine is often bitter, so we are not actually overjoyed taking the healing tonic, though we KNOW that it is good for us.

Opposites. So putting our temporary senses aside, wise people have often said that 'Everything is known by its opposites.' And I think I agree. But perhaps a delicate rephrasing is also apt, and that is 'We appreciate everything by its opposites." Thus, we appreciate love for we know and sense what hate is. We appreciate kindness because we have felt apathy. We appreciate tolerance because we have tasted bigotry and we appreciate an open conversation because we have witnessed many times the hubris that closes the gate to amicable discourse.

Love. And above all, we appreciate love - this vague cosmic notion which transcends human logic. Because for the longest time we felt alone, abandoned, unloved, but then Love walked into our hearts and said in a gentle rebuke, "You feel alone because you choose to be away from Me, you feel abandoned because you choose to abandon Me, and how can you be loved when you choose not to love Me?"

Love over Ego. So choose love always, sunshine. From my own experience, it is not the easiest thing sometimes, because love often requires acceptance, and your ego is not wont to submit or accept anything or anyone else but its own dictates. Put your ego on a bridle, and ride it to Love.

Have a lovely day, then. Thank you for dropping by.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way