(OF BLOSSOMS AND WIND)
Sitting in the shade of the plum tree man is swept along on the scent of it's blossoms.
A never-ending journey as it lessons become apparent it's branches the letters transposed against a blue and white sky.
Al-‘Ankabūt spinning her gossamer web... Bird building nest... Car passing by.
Lives so far apart yet so entwined.
Nature and all that.
Mind drifting to far ancient times and deeper meanings and things.
The formation of the cosmos and ancient societies. Mans place in the deen and the ways of the dunya.
These beings we have become... A slight breeze and the branches shift a bit.
Words transcendent ripped from cosmic scrolls.
This the causality. Oh the fallacy of creating false God's... Of following false religion no matter where from.
The power within dismissed as men's words penetrate into seeking souls... Turn them into empty shells seeking fulfillment... Looking without while ignoring within.
Plane passing across the page... The sky.
Man descending from higher plane stands...
Lessons learned.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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