“with every imaginative burst
the crowd i have coerced
underlies the lifeline.”
All goodness comes from Allah, all evil comes from my Ego and Shaytan.
I own nothing in this world – I owe.
I OW(n)E
“with every imaginative burst
the crowd i have coerced
underlies the lifeline.”
All goodness comes from Allah, all evil comes from my Ego and Shaytan.
I own nothing in this world – I owe.
I OW(n)E
and it’s raining.
I step out the wooden sliding door – nostrils overwhelmed by the aroma of H2O particles inevitably absorbed by soil. Yet my brain races not to the nature of creation but the purpose of creation. See rain – think Mercy
Palms raised open, vulnerably exposed to the elements of submission
I wait…