unable to see when it shines too brightly,
too comfortably settled in the dark place.
With constancy and persistent patience,
bits of shadow fall apart to light in place,
shades of black to grey and then to white,
Not too fast or it will run away quick,
slow-paced but methodically urgent,
forceful waltzing of light to shadow,
I can feel the corners enlightening now,
purposeful light blaze with comforting warmth,
in time all will be lit in white as it should be.
No good thing comes easy,
Pounds of earth await the seed sown in darkness,
Blazing fire and crushing hammer tempers steel,
Force crushing bone give rise to even stronger bone.
So too must Man go through the same fate,
To rise above the dark desires of his Nature,
To suffer blazing fire that he may be purified,
To batter his Soul against itself to emerge stronger,
For truly, no good thing comes easy.
The symphony of the world is heard clearly above the din of the chaos and life,
Nature brings with it the peace of Life fulfilled and dedicated to purposeful existence,
A tree grows no higher than it has to, a leaf falls not when it is not time, and all is in order.
How could I have not heard it before, the beautiful orchestra of creation laying in beautiful silence.
Who remember Allah while standing or sitting or [lying] on their sides and give thought to the creation of the heavens and the earth, [saying], "Our Lord, You did not create this aimlessly; exalted are You [above such a thing]; then protect us from the punishment of the Fire.
[3:191]
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