Looking at the sky makes me want to cry coz do I ever try to fly high enough to reach You?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Reflection; 1431-1433



The new lunar year is 1433, this year i will be 31 in dzul-qai'dah. (In the Gregorian calendar, I am 29 in 2011 thus 30 in 2012)

These recent years, have been... (paradox ahead) interesting. Clichè, i know, but... Original. No simpler but befitting word for it than that.

Recently I have been feeling as if; someone has been toying with the "curtains in my soul". How funny to think of it now, that i am using the eord word 'curtain', as that is the word I have used long, long ago, to desribe the recesses of my inner self; the folds of the skin of my onion...

Anyway, yes, there is a hand toying with my curtains; softly; gently, letting light into my dark room. The light is not intrusive; it is familiar; it is a long-lost friend.

Comrade; there you are. The musician, the song-writer; the poet; the sufi. Is that too much praise? Yes, it is.

Reflections.


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