Intention

It begins with a stirring in the Heart, and it escalates up, to be recognized by the Mind, and alas it is broadcast to the body, the limbs and the lips, to be affirmed and executed in action.

Like a river flowing downstream bringing water, it paves the way for Life and Living along her breadth, she paves the land and the land shows her permission, two coming as one to shape us.

From top to bottom, the connection is never cut and all is an ever-flowing series, one affecting the other, the previous and the next, would you rather a clear clean stream or a murky toxic flow?

All I'm saying is, it all begins with intention, all that we do, stems from there, all that we do, affects that,

The Heart

How then can we afford to go about, dripping toxic from our fingertips, poison from our lips, and dirt in our thoughts? Are they not indications of a diseased Heart? Crippled by the Nafs, her insatiable appetite, stealing away what we could have given to nourish the Heart. As diseases go, the ailing Heart needs remedy, and remedy often comes in bitter forms, painful forms and sometimes unwanted forms.

How else can we cure the sick?

Ya Tabib Al-Qalb, cure my ailing Heart and rid her of the diseases that pull at her flesh.

Poker

Open the book and read my story,
the words printed in black, spaces,
colouring the canvas of your mind.

Every fate woven in place, certain,
every thread, in length and colour,
the design created, yours and mine.

Actors and actresses in a play,
characters living life in a book,
each with a role, cruel or kind.

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I always think I know my cards, my options, possibilities and potential, 

but never the random turn of events, the random chance events and simply the rules of Life. 

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