Night air

“Every spoken word is a covering for the inner self.

A little curtain-flick no wider than a slice

Of roast meat can reveal hundreds of exploding suns.

Even if what is being said is trivial and wrong,

The listener hears the source. One breeze comes

From across a garden. Another from across the ash-heap

Think how different the voices of the fox

And the lion and what they tell you!

“[But] What if a man cannot be made to say anything?

How do you learn his hidden nature?”

I sit in front of him in silence,

And set up a ladder made of patience,

And if in his presence a language from beyond joy

And beyond grief begins to pour from my chest,

I know that his soul is as deep and bright

As the star Canopus rising over Yemen.

And so when I start speaking a powerful right arm

Of words sweeping down,

I know him from what I say,

And how I say it, because there’s a window open

Between us, mixing the night air of our beings.”

Rumi

First attempt

It was triggered when i was writing an email to Heba. Well, not really. It started about a month ago, i dunno how or why. But i've been having the feeling that i dont read/write as often as before. I know the reason behind it, but all of a sudden, it hit me! If i let myself go, ill just forget just about everything.

There is so much to life, so much more than the cage we lock ourselves in from the fear of the inconsistency or turbulence of life. Anyway, i decided to put an end to this or rather, God enlightened me. It's like the old saying "le kol makamen makal". I dont know if it's the most accurate saying but it basically means that for every thing, there is its appropriate time for it to be said or done. Maybe the past period was a training for the nafs (the self). Actually, it was. One needed to get detached from the nafs's desires in order for Al 7aq's light to come through.

I ask God for serenity.