Sighs

To see a World in a Grain of Sand,

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,

And Eternity in an hour.

-Fragments from Auguries of Innocence.

2:216

Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you. But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.

Height

This world, Dunya, 

is but a temporary abode.

This world, Dunya, 

is but a lowly existence.

Take not that which is temporary, which is lowly, and elevate it to the status of 

the ever-lasting, the high.

For verily, if you do, you are lowly than that which is already very low.

Of which, we are not.

Porcelain

I am constantly failing, over and over again,
committing mistakes, the same ones,

                                                            different ones, 

it doesn't matter.

Tumbling around in the dark, as if I do know where to go.

Is it ignorance or a truly thick-headed skull, that stops me from walking?

The simplest, slowest, minutest step forward is better than this.

Instead, I am walking backwards, sideways, losing my way.

Failing in every aspect, every test that I meet along my way.

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Having the chance to fail, that in itself is an opportunity to learn, is it not?

Failure shows mistakes and mistakes show areas for improvement. Yes.

What can I do but still tumble on, in hopes that I will find my way again.

Knowing I have failed doesn't change the fact, changing it changes it.

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The value is being lost is that once you've found your way, you won't be lost any more.

Never ever give up.

Water

No words can express,
the toiling Heart and the clockwork Mind,
and their attempts at unravelling the world when it stills.

Sighs and quiet times,
Smiles of relief and joy amidst tears,
The hour is nigh for reflections, perfect for all them feels.
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When you look at yourself, your deeds, your values, your morals, late at night with no other voice telling you otherwise, then you see for yourself for who you truly are, every good and every bad. Every flaw, from the microscopic to the gigantic, put on exhibition for your observation and realization.

There is dirt, everywhere.

Walking alone in the darkness, I am lost and seeking my way, searching for Light.
The surrounding darkness imposes no presence, it is merely a background, a natural condition of the world and of the Heart. The inclination we all have toward the bad that makes it so accessible and easy to fall for. In the pool of water that follow, the streaming tears that trickle down, wash and cleanse yourself, be at ease.

Heartbeat

The Key to open all and one door.

There is a growing apathy that ferments in the heart,

born not out of hatred, anger or sadness, but instead

born out of a dilution of meaning and significance of the present.

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Sound of Silence
Simon & Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls"

And whispered in the sounds of silence