The hearts are two hearts, a heart wandering around women's gossip and a heart wandering around the throne - Ibn Al-Qayem
Women and power. Two things that capture a man's attention and blind a man to all others. As long as he lets himself be rooted down by these things, he will live but in a dream.
Announced to be the source of much joy and satisfaction. Yet many men would tire of it. When the heart becomes consumed by these two things, the soul would begin to rot and the mind grow twisted.
Lust unbridled turns a man beastly. Power without purpose and responsibility destroys him by robbing his dignity.
Ponder for once from where your purpose and responsibility is inspired. Find thought and mind to combat feel and heart. Think friend, think. For your mind was created for good reason. Let not your emotions and greed blind you.
Fate's twist
Leaves you wondering
What goes on
In divine imagining
Whisk away
Doubts erase
Creases of feels
Only abase
Without traces
Seconds pass by
Your tears' falling
Makes too the world cry
See not you I
Who far away stands
A-looking at the hurts
A-hurting to make amends
The troubles
Of lifely toils
By bouncing bubbles
Fragile yet coy
For your beauty
A snakelike poison
Hidden in rosy cheeks
A love that burns
The reminders
Irremovable memories
Creating anew
Past's saber teeth
Toll of toying
With fire tame
Enraged by freedom
Into hell deranged
Oh the joy
Woe the pain
Devilish plans
Wreath love plain
A single step begins a journey. And that journey will not end till the day you stop walking.
This is a journey fraught with discovery. The learning of good and evil; fulfilment and emptiness; Knowing and the lack thereof.
Under the All-seeing sight of Ash-Shaheed, are all our actions recorded for the Day of Judgement.
Had you remembered all your deeds good or bad, will your name flood the Sijjid or The Illyin?
Every single word uttered and each action enacted is intractable. All recorded and not a mote forgotten.
Where will you walk to and what will you step unto? What will you do and what will you become?
What are the trails you will leave behind in the wake of your walks?
The journey of a thousand leagues begins wth a single step. So we must never neglect any work of peace within our reach, however small - Adlai E. Stevenson
The most beautiful of journeys made. Do you know of it?
:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::
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