As sadness steps in, as a yearning emanates, one turns again and again to Our Lord.
In the pink strokes of a setting sun, in the birds that fly home. Our solace is knowing how glorious is The One.
The Quran says , “Everything in the heavens and on Earth glorifies Allah.” ( Al-Jumu`ah 62 : 1]
And what am I doing ?
I, me ; I am a minuscule part of this world, I am magnifying thoughts in my head to one/millionth their actual value and making them spin as if its my whole world.
What can I do really ?
Struggle , wishing for what isn’t, fighting what is, enlarging it in the mind’s eyes, lodging it in the hearts veins.
Can I make this moment beautiful ? Can I find my place, my flow, my beat in this Glorious Creation ?
Struggling is real. I will embrace it. And it may even linger. But the sun does set. And the birds do find rest , at Home.
So there is sadness and a struggle. There is also the lights of Hajj House shining in the distance.
Can I smile now ? Can I bring grace into this moment ? Can I do some good and take the focus off myself. ?Can I be full of awe , on being part of His World.
A breeze flows by gently.
An ease . The lightness of a soul .
Forgotten the heaviness of the mind, the hurt in the heart.
An ease. The lightness of a soul.
And we flow on.