| 10-30-20 • 11:31a
Dissolving Illusions
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Lest I pass in this space
Moments in silence
Never to be replaced
When witnessing becomes purpose
Grass seeping into molecules
And loose tendrils across your scalp
Earthy palate resting upon tiny nodes of taste
Remembrance being my name
When waves blend into the wind
And you’d not conceived of the difference
Were it not for words on a paper
In consciousness separating through sound form
Is it that we play this game because remembrance means bliss?
Do we get wrapped up in time because infinity seems too boring?
Questioning egoic separation
When separation is derived from suffering
Error laden on taut shoulders
Until we begin to forget ourselves
But in moments where ego can begin to observe itself–
Desires, goals, vices, judgments, dislikes
Each impressionable markings creating character
There is One unchangeable variable throughout stories
In being that which is written must be Created
Creation deriving from One Source embodying all
All posing as mirrors of expert artistry
Light as a feather as each flow on top of crashing waves
Treading gently, merging infinitely
As the droplet evokes remembrance
And once again returns to the ocean
If there’s one thing you consider today
When God feels far
Just remember
That you truly never left.
Genuinely Jannah 