Apr 26 2008
Ode to the Heartbroken
The river starts out small in the mountains selfish, cold and small, however clear and beautiful to marveled at it’s purity. Ice tis is. The sun, slowly exposes it and a drop mixes into the earth nurturing plants as it’s root cells attach to the H20 b/c of an baffling love of the water for baboons love the flies they pick for lunch. Sustainability. And the drops move into waters and thus into streams guarded heavily by mother trees and get are excused or going down slippery slops. It inaugurates more water, more plants, more rocks, more organisms, more leptons—hadrons—quarks! All in the mathematical dance of flames dawn. The stream–you– recoils, flinch, shrinks, and a froth is born, and rapids are worn, and the rocks are placed and mistakes are made. Arrogantly we think we are a sage and then suddenly the drop is introduced and life has undergone a coup. The waterfall comes and a secret is instilled and we pray on the Last Day we will not be billed. Angry we can be, for hurt inflicts us, bittersweatlovehurthappiness is with us, The question is whilst we be in sajood in the rapids and calm waters? Will we be able to see through the water that carries us to the ocean—our ultimate destination? Will we see Allah’s embrace, His presence all around us like the water, God is the water. Will we bow deeply in the water and hear moving water’s silence as our tears of pain—of salt are carried away and eased until we feel melchanoy, happy, hurt, knowingly content and pleased. Kindly on our knees—leveled with the part stolen from our heart and replaced with a godly smart: selfless, patience wisdom.
now I must depart.
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YAY!
i was waiting for an update lol
that was a great post, i sat here thinking ‘where is she going with this….’ and it uniquely fitted together. solid post. good stuff