Growth

Yesterday I broke two toes today I ran faster than any day … to catch a thief you need a fingerprint that is dull and old, lose the print to push the walls of the box further, its existence is not a prison but a motive to inspire even by fear and agony … freedom is a mirage in an infinite desert but give me empty space and I shall create!

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I give up … I give in

My sorrows is a seductive … It feels pleasurable to give in to him … The rush of it when it invades me after being abandoned by every feeling is a drug that expands in my veins reaching for my heart in its clutch … I belong to my sorrows chained by the night no matter how many times I try to escape his love for my pale yellow face. I accept my fate to be yours and I vow to be faithful … I gave up resisting your domestic ways to claim me … you missed me haven’t you?

Details hold concepts of the bigger picture

“Mommy what are you doing?”
“I’m making pomegranate juice honey!”
“I want them all red!”
“Child, you never know what are you going to get.”
“Well, I like them sour!”
“There are sweet ones & yellow ones, Different flavours for different tastes.”
“So … Our luck decides if it’s red or not?”
“No … We choose our fruit then we accept what it holds inside for us.”
“So god has created pomegranates to surprise us?”
“Son, life is bigger than pomegranates.”

Depth of Free will … to give up or walk towards fate?

People screaming at my direction … “Stop”!
“You will drop ..You will fall” then eyes stare
… No … Let it flow … Despair for inspiration..
Thoughts cross over but will I ? Fears shaking

Trembling with huge feet on thin sharp doom
It’s cutting through but we will make it through
walk towards death guided to an unknown mob
Hell beneath burning filthy baby steps “give up”!

Balance doesn’t exist, blindfolded & Mad Noises
Block them out to let in whispers of wealthy lips
Sensing hair which stand to salute to begin to end
Desires climbing out of its throat to choke me dead

Just a thought in the universe

Every piece of the puzzle exists for a reason. Even Chaos is ordered in a detailed order.

Reason and order are the complete opposite of us and that is why we think that life does not make sense.

Our existence is understood in reverse, we were dead before being alive and we live twice not once.

Collecting thoughts is impossible! Without the missing piece we would not have a reason to live and if we found order … then it’s time to go.

A little exercise to make you feel better because you are special and you are worth it

Loving your creator, then loving your existence and knowing the purpose of life is the key to loving yourself.

Energy is all around us in this expanding universe that is full of hopes, dreams and stars for you to look up to.

Beauty is the beautiful nature of your soul, clarity is the pure thoughts that you shower under to have the most pure and golden light around you.

Close your eyes

Imagine having a perfect glow with no gaps

Focus on making it stronger and more golden

This light is the light of your light spirit and it is healing

Breathe in the clean air into your lungs from your nose

Exhale the bad energy and thoughts out as smoke from your mouth

You are a red glowing flower and your time to blossom has come

Imagine this flower opening up slowly and getting brighter

This flower will never die and your glow will never dull, you are beautiful my dear precious soul ❤

A translation from Abdullah al Herz – If you plant seeds of corn and the seeds of a poisonous plant, the ground will make them both grow as you water them day by day. When the time comes to gather what you planted you will get what you gave and the ground does not care if it was poisonous seeds for they will grow anyway. The ground is your mind and you feed it with the thoughts that you put in. You become what you think. Hire guardians to protect the gates of your mind, to allow in the good thoughts and keep out the bad ones.

I imagine my mind as a White Castle with a beautiful heaven inside, workers pull out black plants to throw them away then take care of the beautiful flowers by watering them with love and grow more of what is good. My guardians are beautiful angels who always protect me from every bad thing in the world … They are here for me to comfort me, to love me and heal my light then remind me to pray for Allah who always has good plans for me and answers my prayers and looks out for me.