MY LOVE, MY GOD, MY LONELIEST - of God, the beggars and the destitute, and the circle of empathy that binds us all

My Love, My God, My Loneliest

I rejoice at the happiness of people,

Smiling like a fool,

Then God interjected and said,

"I want happiness for you too."

"But God..." I answered

"Forgive me, for my happiness is with You,

Many have betrayed their sense of loneliness,

But You stand out as the loneliest of all."

So here I am.

Let them enjoy their happiness...

In their marriages, trades, births and kisses,

My happiest time is my time with You,

My Love, My God, My Loneliest.

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

The Odd One Out. God is the odd one out. He says He is the One and Only. And there is nothing, nothing comparable or can be associated with Him. And He once said, "I was a hidden jewel and I wanted to be known."

I don't know if God can make it more plain and simple for us. He wants our company. Indeed, He created us that we might delight in His infinite facets as the hidden jewel. A jewel utterly unique and unlike any other on earth... That's God for you.

Our Community. But God also created us to be communal. And has created us to be a creature needing companionship. So we seek our family and friends, our lovers and spouses to share our life with. And this is our life.

If God wanted, He could have maintained a humanity of one race, creed and colour. But He has permitted the evolution of many races and creed, many nationalities and cultures. For what? To create conflict, bigotry and hubris? No... so that we might learn to understand one another, tolerate and love the things that makes us different, and the things that we all still share as humans... the need for love, security and prosperity.

And in the course of our life, if we do bump into a solitary figure, a lonely hermit living in the fringes of respectable society, I hope we will remember that he too shares a longing. A desire to be known and to not feel lonely. And in this way, God the Loneliest and Loveliest completes the circle of empathy that joins all of mankind together.

So do not turn away in disdain at the beggar, the alcoholic drifter, the street-walker peddling their weary wares. For somewhere in their hearts, there is God.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

BLUE SKY, GOD & YOU - the haze, the hermitage

The Song of Solitude

I am caressed by the silence,

Listening to the song of solitude,

Alone, here in the hermitage in the sky,

I am as I am, asking God,

The pre-Eternal question...

"Who, what, how and why?"

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

After almost one week away, I am back at the hermitage, accompanied with the blue sky that was painfully absent for one week since the smoggy haze enveloped my sad country. But now, the blue and white wispy clouds are back, and I think my fellow countrymen have learned not to take anything for granted, certainly not the heavenly roof of the Earth. In any affliction, there is always wisdom to learn.

Lest You Forget

I made the sky of beautiful blue hue,

And the clouds of white luster,

And it is I Who keep them blue and white,

Lest you forget who is their Creator!

Lest you forget who is your Creator!

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

Yesterday an old friend of mine accompanied me home for awhile. He was delighted to find a balcony which opened up into the sky, and there he prayed his Asr and Maghrib prayers. Later last night, I sent him home.

But the hermitage is not a place for friends, I think. Well, at least not living, tangible ones. I find this place a calm quite oasis of solitude, and in this palpable silence, the voices of those whom we consider 'dead' are very much alive. I put 'alive' in quotes because Allah (s.w.t.) has said that those who pass away in the state of witnessing (syahid) is very much alive (and well). And I believe that Allah's declaration of these souls' life means more than the brief life that you and I are currently breathing, sunshine. These souls are of course the Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.s.), His Family, Companions and Saints. Like stars twinkling in the twilight mist they are a joy constant, an assurance eternal and a sign of hope warranted by the Creator Himself, Allah the Beautiful, Allah the Just and All-Merciful.

Some fair thoughts, sunshine, on this fair and blue Friday.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Droplets of Beauty - pictures tell stories

My Maker is more beautiful than me...

Droplets of Beauty

My mind is restless,

And my heart is waiting impatiently

For some word, some vision to come my way

And strike me down as a lonely tree atop a lonely hill

Assailed by wind and thunder on a stormy day,

But sometimes love is no opera, no grand vista

But little droplets of beauty, that if you look hard enough

Will tell you of your Lord God, and His Love...

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

My Maker is more interesting and inspiring than me...

I went for a walk this morning. But I woke up late, and so my plan to scurry about in the cold morning air has gone astray. Outside, the day already looked hot and bright. So I planned my walk along the most shady avenues. And the walk must end at the neighborhood cafe where they serve a decent cup of coffee. This is exercise sinner-style.

He he he.

Even in death, my Maker leaves me to be beautiful...

I have nothing more interesting to share than these pictures I took while walking. It broke my walking rhythm, but that's all right. I think I was meant to notice such things. So I guess this means that I am meant to share them with you.

Man made me from inspiration of the Maker and His works...

Have a lovely Sunday, sunshine. God bless you.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

The Solace of Silence - love conquers words all the time...

Words and Love

Words have built empires

As Caesar exhorted his legions to greater conquests,

Words have raised glorious domes and minarets

As the Ottoman Caliph said ‘O' Sinan, build!’

Words are the crucible of invention

For someone had to teach Edison to think,

Words is a vortex of hate

As preachers, politicians and demagogues

Spout their litany of anger and bigotry,

Words unleashed the power of the atom

As Oppenheimer debated with his fellow scientists,

Words have released Man from ignorance

As Ibn Arabi and Ibn Sina

Called on people to reflect and think,

Words have killed countless millions

In the name of religion

And in the name of reason….

Words have done this

And so much more

For good or evil...

But words lose all the time

When matched with love,

With nothing to say or

Very little.

…………………………

We humans are really strange. For we can hopelessly fall in love, or fall deeper in love even when no words are uttered, and no words heard. I suppose this is strongest felt in our bond with our dearly departed. With our late fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers. Our dearly missed friends and masters.

And sometimes, this happens with our living loved ones. A touch of the hand, a glance from a pair of dark-brown eyes, an embrace, a kiss.

Some of my most dearly loved ones are no more with me. Some I have not heard a word uttered from their lips for years, decades even. While some, only recently that they fell silent.

But in the separation that saddens us and in the silence that surrounds us, sometimes we can yet sense the most loving attention, a communication without words, enveloping us like a beautiful spring morning.

I am sure you understand what I mean.

*… silence …*

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Waiting for God, East of My Sea - loneliness, associations and the world of the heart

East of My Sea

Oh You, where are You?

Oh You, where am I?

Oh You, who are You

Cast in a Light so Divine?

Oh You, how are You?
Fair, joyous or such as I,
Always looking, always yearning
For You to come and be my King,

Oh You, where are You?
For I am here, waiting for Thee,
By this shore, alone I stand
Waiting for Thee, East of my sea…

My Lord, My Sire
He who lights the White Fire,
The shining Moon and the Rising Sun,
The pale blue night and 
The golden cast dawn.
…………………….

It is difficult to make our way alone in this hard physical world. It is just as difficult for us to take a solitary journey through the spiritual world, the world of the heart that rests just next to this world, and one that is full of mystery, power and reality. For we belong to the world of the heart, actually. We are here, sitting on this chair facing the deep blue sea, only as an exile. A temporary guest in a world that is not our home, but merely a lay-by, a short intermission before the main curtain falls on this world and opens for the spiritual world.

That is why I guess, we are born into an association, our mother and our father, our brothers and our sisters. Then later on, we extend our wings to our friends, neighbours and colleagues at work. The spiritual way, as is regularly quoted by the Naqshbandi saints, is the way of association. And I do not think they meant it to stop at the threshold of the Sufi zawiya (small school/mosque). Oh no. Association refers to our association with this world, this reality, as well as other worlds that have some relevance to us.

But I guess it is only natural that we are most familiar and comfortable with those whom we share the same spirit, the same love, the same humour, the same smile and the same understanding as to our place in this wonderous world that God has created for us, however short our stay may be here. Always do I feel honoured and blessed to be associated with such personages.

wa min Allah at-taufiq. God bless you, sunshine, and may He find it in Him to always have mercy on this constipated sinner.

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Silence is Golden but God Bless the Listeners.

Oh, don't mind me, Mika. I am just enjoying some quiet time. You cannot
imagine some of the things I hear humans say... 

By Love's Perfect & Silent Word

I love this silence,

Why are you breaking it

Talking ill of people?

I love this silence,

Why are you breaking it and

Bringing me down?

I love this silence,

Why are you telling me of things

That I cannot change?

I love this silence,

Why do you break it

With scandals and horrors?

I love this silence,

So leave me be please.

I love this silence,

But if you wish to break it,

Break it by telling me how happy you are and

How wonderful you think this world is,

Break it by telling me that you have fallen in love,

Break it by telling me that you have made amends with your mother,

Break it by telling me that you understand and you can forgive,

Break it by singing praise of God, break it by singing praise of the Prophet,

Break it with tears running down your cheeks,

As you hold my heart in your trembling hands,

While speaking words of love and hope.

Leave me to my silence

If you wish to speak of anything else,

For you are not telling me the truth,

Deceived as you are by this world

And the illusion of hurt.

I love this silence,

Forever and ever am I

In the embrace of a Lord

That loves me by Love’s 

Perfect and silent word.

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

We complain a lot, don't we? We complain that the waiter is late. We complain that our spouse never kiss us good morning anymore. We complain about the weather. We complain it is too hot. We complain it is too cold. Complain, complain, complain. Why, we even complain about people complaining. And that is what the prose is all about. Hehehe.

Sometimes I wish that I am awake while sleeping - That I might enjoy the 6 or 8 hours of uninterrupted blissful silence (Unless of course I am snoring. No bliss there. Hehehe). I used to wonder why we need to recite verses during prayers. That is until an old greybeard said that praying is not about the recitation itself, but my listening of the recitation. You are not actually talking during prayers, you are listening. Listening to the words uttered from your lips and from your heart, listening to the words of God and the Prophet. It is not easy, this speaking-listening thingy, but I think it is not impossible.

Listening... listening... listening...

It is an ode to love and silence, this prose. But if you are seeking any meaningful purpose, your mission, if you should choose to accept, is to be a listener for people. And really to permit people to break the silence with their outpouring of problems, angst, irritations, unfulfilled dreams, broken hopes, family disputes, workplace quarrels, OCDs, manias, romantic tragedies, despair and sorrow, hurt, pain and all the assortment of personal drama that makes us sometimes really unbearable company. To a certain degree, I think that everyone has taken this role, but perhaps there is no listener (metaphorically speaking of course) bigger, wider and deeper than a Master of the Path. For the Master must take everyone under his wing, and he cannot reject anyone. Why, ...he has not even rejected this sinner.

So while I appreciate the beauty and bliss of silence, I am forever indebted to those in my life who has allowed me to speak. The Listeners. 

Thank you, sunshine, for listening and allowing the Sinners' Almanac to be small voice in your life...

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

You are here again. Is it because you love Me?

The Meaning of Praying

Ho seeker! Said the Lord,

What are you doing here?

You are not obliged to talk to Me

Until the next cycle…

Do you miss talking to Me?

Do you miss My nearness?

Do you miss being free with your feelings?

Do you miss the intimacy you share with Me

Which you cannot share with any other?

Do you miss the hymn, the meaningful pauses

And gentle silences?

Oh, you noticed, did you?...

The carpet and curtain of flowers

That I drew for you when you stepped

Out of My mosque?

Oh, you saw, did you? ...
The yellow blooms falling gently

And you wondered, “Is this a farewell for me?”

You were obliged to come to My House,

But no obligation is compelling you now,

So why are you here?

Is it because you think you Love me?

…………………

The meaning of Sembahyang / Solat

It is difficult to talk without pretense. For our multi-layered personality manifests itself in what we speak. It is not that we wish to talk falsely, but as human beings we are quite good at misguiding ourselves. So even if we speak the truth, it may not be the whole truth.

Manifestation of the Complete Truth is only before The Truth

It is only before Truth Himself that the whole truth of what we say and the whole truth of who we are, manifest itself. For one of the known attributes and names of God is al-Haqq, meaning The Truth. Yes, we do confide our happiness and sadness, our problems and successes with a beloved, be it a mother, a father, a BFF (best-friends-forever), mate or spouse. But he or she will not read the complete truth, for he or she is not God. 

Natural as Breathing

Perhaps that is why people of any religion, when they bow, kneel or prostrate themselves before God, hold praying in the highest of regards. For them, it is not a chore nor a ritual. It is as natural as breathing. And that, I think, is the essence of the perfected faith.

Umar al-Khattab Mosque, Bukit Damansara

The Perfect Host of the Spiritual Feast

As a Muslim, a sembahyang / solat (sembahyang is the Malay word for prayers, in Arabic it is solat, we use them interchangeably) is like accepting a keen invitation – obligatory because there is nothing finer that you can do for those brief minutes you spend in prayers to God. It is an invitation to an intimate soiree, and sometimes, when you are praying in a group, God as the Perfect Host has even designated a singer, the Imam (leader) in front of the congregation, to recite in melodious harmony the poetry in perfection that is the Quran. At this feast, spiritual food has been prepared and perfected for anyone to partake. And there is no end to the dishes for your delicate tastebuds – Dishes refined in Divine Love, Beauty, Poetry, Compassion, Tolerance, Friendship and Servanthood. A compelling spiritual menu for any human being hungry for spiritual succor. That is the meaning of Sembahyang / Solat to me. Alas, how can it be any other way when your Host is God Himself?

Well, this is my understanding of prayers at this point anyway. Tomorrow, who knows? Perhaps it will get better and better. I hope so too...

God bless you, sunshine. May you find solace and joy in your pious rituals, however you may pray to the One God that we all share.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Tao of the Banana - a berryful contemplation of gratitude

A river in Janda Baik Village (The Good Widow)

I woke up in the early morning, took my morning ablution and later found myself in the balcony. It was still drizzling a little, and the birds and crickets were making an awful lot of noise. I said stuffs which people have been saying for centuries, I took posture, facing in the direction of the setting sun, raising myself and prostrating myself in the exacting manner that my people have done for more than 1400 years. People often call this praying, I like to call it getting in touch with my roots and taking an active part in the unfolding of history.

Before (just a fruit)

As I sat there later on the balcony, I contemplated the banana. It was a fine banana, called locally here, 'Pisang Mas' (The Golden Banana). Before I peeled the yellow soft skin, a realization came to me - "Dear boy, what have you ever done in your life to deserve this fine specimen of the fruit world. Observe the elegant contour, the delicious white flesh that is promised within. Forget the entire world. Forget the magnificence of creation. Just focus and observe this individual banana you have in front of you now... Think, and tell me, what have you done to deserve this?"

I answered myself that, to be absolutely honest, I have done nothing to earn this banana. All of my existence have been in a singular pursuit of self-interest. I am neither very charitable nor very pious. I thought over this long, before finally I ate the banana. And I also ate the meaning in the banana - that God has been granting us life, love and happiness, the resource and choice to be good or bad, to earn joy, to suffer sorrow, to exalt in this mythical world of ours as if it is all real, as if it is all meant to last forever. I consumed this meaning and pray that perhaps, it will flow in my blood and become part of my flesh - To be grateful always...

After (Moses's intervention, now a berry)

Have a lovely day, sunshine. I am, 1,860 feet above sea-level.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

PostScript - Before we left for home, Moses and myself had a debate about fruits and berries. And after an absolutely useless discussion, Moses finally brought out his fire-power and wikipidea-ed the question which was threatening to unhinge our solace - What is a berry? Well, you can find the answers yourself, but at least for the mighty Banana, botanically speaking, it is actually a berry. So, excuse my ignorance, and the title of this posting should thus read - Tao of the Banana - a berryful contemplation of gratitude. There, sorted. Now don't complain that I never share any useful information here in this almanac. Hehehe. Bye, sunshine.

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

A Bottle of Whine Served at the Table of God, The Friend of Friends

The Best Whine

The best whine

Comes not from the

Cellars of the Wise

But from the dungeons

Of the brokenhearted.

God listens all the time

To the troubled and sorrowful,

Taking in that particular whine

Seeded in our expectations,

Harvested in our disappointments

And matured in casks of regret

That all mankind nurture

In the valley of

The human heart.

In the earlier posting entitled Cure for a Broken Heart and the Whining Sinner (Click Here), I ended it thus, "You must not be like me, sunshine. Don't be a whiner. Nobody likes a whiner."

After publishing the post, I felt that perhaps I was a little harsh. After all, at some point in our lives, we ALL whine. The topic of the complaint may be as trivial as the neighbour's dog barking at night (Woof! Woof! Woof!), someone leaving some dirty dishes in the sink (Arghhh!), or it could be as devastating as a divorce or the passing of a loved one. Who knows what sort of calamity that would trigger our despondency and gloom?

Nobody likes a whiner, but everyone needs a shoulder to cry on sometimes. And when you find that someone who is willing to offer his/her shoulder for you to unburden your regrets and disappointments... well, they are really gems of humanity. As Denise commented in the earlier posting, "...But those who allow us to whine a bit are such precious friends."

And I also believe that even when there is no one around, there is still God, our One Creator. He made us, and thus He very well knows, even better than our closest soul-mate, our strengths and weaknesses. Even if your partner-in-crime will not or is not around to listen to your troubles, God can and He does. For God is not deaf, especially to those who needs Him the most. People like us, you know... sinners with holes like Swiss cheese. 

Assuming that you do not want to unburden yourself to the Invisible God... you can still ask Him to send you a friend. I have no doubt that God will respond and despatch you a compadre, a comrade and hombre to commiserate and perhaps even help you. For don't you know?... God is not just God, He is also the Friend of Friends.

Have a friendly day, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Solitude with God and Divine Closeness. The Nature of Man and the Embrace of Love

8. I feel safe with God

I feel safe with God,

For He knows me absolutely

And therefore has absolutely no

Unreasonable expectations.

But people,

Whao, people are

Infinitely more demanding!

An Old Story. Some nineteen years ago, I was sitting with a friend having tea. He was recollecting his study about sufism and mysticism. He was bitching - "You know, I don't know why these hermits and sufis, having attained enlightenment on some lonely mountain top or on a deserted island, not return to society and serve society..." when suddenly he paused. Then his eyes attained a far-away gaze. His hands began to tremble before finally tears started to pour from his eyes. Quite taken by this sudden spectacle, I quickly inquired, "Hey... hey! Are you alright?!" He did not answer immediately, and I could see that he was trying his very best to control his emotions. After 5 awkward minutes he finally explained...

"When I said what I said, suddenly a door opened in my heart which showed me a little of the misery and sorrow that is the fate of many of us. And these mystics see this too and are often overcome with grief for humanity. Between the sorrow of man and the sweet solitude with God, is there really any choice? Why go back?"

Knowledge and Responsibility. I was deeply affected by what he said. But in hindsight, I think his conclusion was premature. For what is shared with me now is that there is no enlightenment without servanthood. And that to rise from station to spiritual station, you must also 'rise' in your station of servanthood. For the higher you achieve Divine Closeness, the more the Lord shares with you the secret cures of all ills which beset every Joe and Jane Doe. And I guess you are suppose to help heal the hurt of mankind, physically and spiritually. And in this work of servanthood to mankind, there is really no choice, because Imam Shafie wisely commented that if you attain knowledge but do not apply it, then it is tantamount to arrogance. So if you are curious to seek knowledge of God, you must be ready to roll up your sleeves and help people. 

Embraces. So yes, people are demanding. People are quirky and opinionated in all sorts of irritating ways. But therein lies the nature of man. To hold someone you love closely to you, because really, that annoying and irritating person is in truth, yourself. And by befriending and healing someone, alhamdulillah, you heal and befriend your own self, yes?  

The Embrace of Love

God bless all friends and healers, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa.

Hymn of the Kitchen Sink

Mortal, just a suggestion... would walking the path be a lot easier without
that kitchen sink strapped on your back? Just because God has given you
a kitchen sink, it doesn't mean you have to carry it everywhere you go...

26. Hymn of the Kitchen Sink

Upon me heaps the Lord, all fancies and wealth,

My only anxiety is, in everything He gives

He gives not Himself…

I am going to leave the kitchen sink and look for God. I do not know the way, so I hope you can help me, sunshine. And don't walk so fast and outpace me. For with or without a kitchen sink, I move kinda slow.

Have a lovely Monday, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Happiness is a reflection away, and nearer to you than your jugular - Prose of Ramadhan Part 60

The Clown, the Prophet and the Celestial Pool

(Ramadhan Verses 33)

I was alone,

Adrift in the sky,

Then in my teary clown’s eye

I saw the Pool.

I came unto the Pool,

Or perhaps the Pool

Came unto me, whatever…

I cannot really remember.

But in a moment,

I was looking into

The water.

I saw a reflection of myself

And I felt sad and alone.

I closed my eyes,

Refusing to accept

The truth of my own solitude.

Then I opened my eyes,

And I beheld in the still water of the Pool,

The sight of my Prophet,

And he was smiling at me

And through the depth of time,

I heard these words,

“How can I forget you, Clown…

For you are mine…”

Without realizing it,

My hand on is own accord

Tried to touch the image

And my finger lingered

Upon the surface of the water,

Causing a ripple,

The ripple soon subsided

But by then my Prophet’s face

Also disappeared.

Leaving me once again,

Looking at my own reflection

In the still water of the Pool.

But this time,

My reflection is smiling back at me.

The Nightingale sings to the Storm at Midnight - Prose of Ramadhan Part 52

42. Singing for a Lord whom I cannot see (CS)

Life has left me

As a little nightingale,

Singing, alone on a tree,

For a Lord whom I cannot see.

It is a groggy Sabbath morning that greets me. Last night there was thunder and lightning at midnight. The trees bent, bowed and swayed before the weight of a divine sky unleashing its mercy upon an unhappy and often sleeping humanity. I watched the show for awhile before falling into a restless sleep still wondering, "Oh Lord, what shall become of us?". I find God to be the most ideal company, when any human companionship is rude. Sometimes you just need time for your own thoughts, yes?

wa min Allah at-taufiq.

The Lord of Bears - Prose of Ramadhan Part 29

29. A bear of a man II

The problem about being a bear

Is that we appear big,

With lots of fat and fur

To keep us warm.

But they offer absolutely

No protection against

Barbed words,

And little security against

Indifference.

Nowadays, me and my kind

Are inclined to tears

More than anger,

And when pressed,

I would away to the mountain,

Seeking his company,

The Lord of Bears,

Beseeching him,

Not to leave me

Sad and lonely.

A Bear of a Man - Prose of Ramadhan Part 26

I am moving, it is moving... I am moving, it is moving again! Whooo...

22. A bear of a man (Poon)

I am a bear of a man.

And it is my wont

To wander in my territory,

Never straying too far

From the cave

In which I live.

I am a bear of a man,

Who takes delight

In honeypots and butterflies,

Wild berries and succulent leaves,

And the salmons in my river lives.

I am a bear of a man,

And if I appear touchy,

Do not fear,

For like all bears,

I am nervous and prickly,

Contemplating my own shadow

With constant worry.

So come what may,

Here am I,

Ready and unready,

Come what may,

However turns the day,

Here am I,

Steady and unsteady,

Come what may,

How sweet the honey,

How bitter the irony,

Here am I,

Fishing, in the River of Mercy,

That is what I am,

Living all of my days,

As best as I can,

A bear of a man.

I would make an excellent bear, I think. And during the Ramadhan month in 2008 I recorded a couple of prose about my life as a bear. Short of facing up to a mountain lion or another bear, the grizzly is the king of the mountain, the lord of all he surveys. And best of all, in winter I can chill and hibernate in the cave, like prophets and saints often do, contemplating God, Love and honey bees.

Life is wonderful. And I would like to record here my appreciation, on behalf of my kin, to the One God of all bears (and man). Have a honey bear day, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq.

If you can hear the Universe speak, when will you ever be alone in sorrow?

29. Called and coming
I am called to my Master,
And I have taken my first step
Towards him.

Others want to come along,
And I will carry them with me,
But in the jealous heart of mine
I expect to walk
This road alone,

Indeed, leaving
Even myself
At home.

For if my vessel is full,
What can my Master
Pour into me?

Hehehehe.

And it is a secret desire,
A hidden anticipation
That once there,
I will take my Master captive
And steal him away
To a lonely hilltop,

And there alone,
Face to face,
Heart to heart,
I will plead to him,
Tell me,
Show me,
Though I
Am unworthy.


30. Alone is a word long forgotten
Alone is a word
Long forgotten in
The dictionary of my life.

Loneliness an illusion,
Solitude being the intimacy
With my Love,

Away from the world
Deceptively cruel and rude!

My beloved sunshine, if you can hear the Universe speak you would never despair of any solitude. Learn to hear the words and see the signs and clues of a truly Loving Lord. Follow your conscience in all you do, and surely your sight and hearing and all your senses will be sharpened to cut through the veil of this deceptively arbitrary reality. I am not kidding. Not on a Friday.

Have an insightful day, pet.

Pax Taufiqa.