A sea of people,
Yet only very few feel like home.
Some we knew from when we were children,
Afraid to speak, but had a companionship of the heart.
And now, a sea separates one from those who feel like home.
For some, it is more an ocean.
For others, it is a mountain of everlasting silence, never to be broken.
Love never to be declared.
A Sufi is everlastingly grateful for everything ever denied. The secret is a deep one, filled with profundity. We can live a very surface based existence, following passions, lusts, whims, laws, fashions, the mind and intellect.
Until one day, the soul is overburdened by the denial of truth, and states firmly: enough.
We continue to deny in order to purify.
Your first love is your divine Creator. The secrets within this Love will burn your wings, and your sight will also be sacrificed.
But within you, your heart will unfurl, the cage around it will shatter. Everything you have lost, including your dignity and your sanity, can truly be restored in a wholesome way.
The whispered prayer of the one most in need will resume to be asked within the hallowed halls of the saintly tombs.
But the meaning is now entirely different.
We ask for a continuous audience with God.
Anything else is paltry and a pretty mirage.
