The slightest nuance
May break me,
Some thoughtless words
May kill me,
A bad idea may despoil
And end my story,
I am spun in a loom,
I am made from the finest thread,
I am fatal as your burial shroud
And your wedding bed,
I am a string of thoughts
Woven into a form,
Given meaning and a name;
I am a Gossamer Web
Of God,
I am you.
I am only waiting for you
To remember...
...........
As you grow old, as the invincibility of your youth leaves you, as you take time to ponder, you will realise that we are so intangible.
It is as if, God created us to fill an emptiness, but in doing so, we come to also feel the emptiness, and thus, although we have a form, we continue to remain empty.
And what fills the great emptiness that lay between our smallest sub-atomic particles that make up us? Nothing. A great inner-verse of emptiness. In that state lies the sirr (secret) of dzikr, the remembrance of God Almighty - For as opposites attract, so we are naturally drawn towards the Reality and Truly Tangible, yearning for the Absolute and the Eternal, and that is Him the One and Only.
Help me remember, o' Prophet!
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
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