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| The Litany of the Traveller |
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| UmmWafi |
| 01/07/04 at 23:58:35 |
| [slm] The Litany of Traveller The relentless pounding of motion Repeated cycles of heady flight Hypnotic in their furious intent Like the chanting of a mad slave Desperate for forgiveness and peace Convinced that salvation is distant. Shuttling ahead with certain directions Towards uncertain destinations; paths twisted A misted crystal ball of cracked surfaces Predicting ease and achieving Promises as flawed as the Taj Mahal Yet desired, like a well in the desert. Truth and uncertainties clasped at bosoms Forging a senseless affinity Battles fought on the field of conscience The loudest voice shall not be heard Silence is too deafening. The heart is spent, too arid for tears The litanies of the mind fueling actions Mechanical motions, muted wishes Provisions for the tortured soul; Futile search for Time's mercy This is today, and yesterday is healing For tomorrow seems to be never. ~ Roslinda 8/1/2004 |
| 01/07/04 at 23:59:50 |
| UmmWafi |
| Re: The Litany of the Traveller |
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| Maliha |
| 01/09/04 at 20:01:12 |
| [slm] My dearest sister, mujahada, my sunshine:) I miss you and across the constructs of time, space, futility of typing through monitors words that don't make sense but somehow hope to capture a slight beat of your heart and offer you a bigger virtual hug... not for sympathy, or even to offer something that perchance may dissipate the clouds in the deepest regions of your heart, but for capturing in such powerful lines the most complex feelings resonating within me now. sometimes i feel too weary, too caught up, like a fly helplessly fluttering in the webs of deceit, virtual hypocrisy, and deadened senses....after much struggle it breaks my heart to pause and notice how much more tangled i have become and note wryly that I am *still* not soaring the horizons... i wish i could offer you a cup of respite, yet this destitute slave has nothing but a humble duah to the Most Majestic, Merciful, Bountiful of All that perchance He may sip into your heart the fragrance of His Mercy and into your eyes the springs of His Joyful Countenance...the cooling waters much needed to keep us trudging, struggling, hoping, and holding on... I love you for the sake of Allah, and for knowing that despite this overwhelming alonness that engulfs me, many a times, even amidst those whom Allah blessed me to be loved by...that somewhere, far away, another soul struggles, weeps and paints the same starry skies my deepest desires, fears and treasured dreams. you are in my duahs...today, tommorow and maybe someday beyond horizons, time and space we can laugh away our fleeting tears and experience the profound healing of true connection in the deepest flows of bliss. sis in struggle, Maliha :-) [wlm] |
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