My grandfather was not but a stump, but for him I've naught but jealousy, for upon him stood the blessed feet of he who was sent, all worlds' mercy. Thou art from him, and he from thee - what gladder news received a man? And what need hast thou of me when thy throne is …
Chin aloft; standing on the shoulders of giants - pissing on their heads!
My heart skips a beat as a gale-force wind issues; "Alhamdulillah!"
Example of Ottoman calligraphy 'Pon the branches of Arabic's calligraphy bloom'd the Osmanlı's fragrant, flow'ry filigree. The soot-stain'd flowing roots of that great tree were poured and shaped by the hand of `Alī*. *عليه السلام
Servant's soul buried - left untouched, how will the waves break upon the light? Above swaying pines - flower on a high mountain, enveloped in clouds. Fortified prism - secret told to the worthy. All follow this law.
Flakes of snow falling. Each the first and last of its kind. All just water. Unique landscapes of ridges meander like streams. All just flesh and blood. One map for one land. Coiled strands of information - all just the same four. Existing outside existence - before before. None like unto Him.
A lone swallow perched reciting to the blossoms. A kingdom in prayer. High sun beating down a gull stood on the pier - truce. Fish happy to fast. Breadcrumbs form ripples. A fam'ly of ducks leaves them for those who have none. The wrens descend from frost-bitten mountain forests singing "we are Yours." Boughs ever …
The owl, she watches moonlit snow. Blast of the horn; the hunt abandoned. In the waves of His power - not a single grain remains on the shore. Reflections without light. Mem'ry fades to naught - all but His Countenance.
All of this creation is but falsehood (of a kind), for to believe one’s own reality is but a trick of the mind. Only seeing with permission, can we be anything but blind - when of the great unknown, we can naught of our own-selves find? The past was just a moment ago in the …
Signaling retreat of cold – bitterness of plums. Face touching warm ground.