wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

Here we stand, in plain view of all, yet we retain a sense of false invisibility. We think that no-one can see us, and live under the illusion that we use to cover our own faults, and through which we view the faults of others. To paraphrase Jesus, the son of Mary; 'Why do you spend so much time criticising the splinter in your brother's eye but fail to notice the beam in your own?' Now, it is an unfortunate aspect of humanity that we have a tendancy towards judging too quickly. We can easily spot the stupidity, the hypocrisy and the falsity in others, and readily criticise it, but by so doing are we not committing a worse atrocity? Do we not have these faults just as they do? If we examine our own lives we will find that many of the things we do could in fact be irritating to others, and that despite our inner voice telling us how great we are perhaps the truth is more shocking and difficult to accept than we are prepared to admit. We are imperfect. Allah says in t...

I gasp this air Upon resurfacing My being is drained of all essence But the freedom of a new beginning And life reawakened. I've been to the deepest depths, Swept overboard by wave after wave, And down down down I sank - Pitiless wretch dashed on the rocks Of careless self-destruction. As long as there's life, there's hope. The door does not shut till death's rattle, Or the sun rises from the West. I breathe, flung ashore by kind tides Which once held me under. The drowning of disobedience And loss of position which was never had except in mind. Oh pride, you have cost me true humility - My hypocrisy deceiving even the purified. The gains of lies can never satisfy, And loss piles more than you could earn. Release, from that prison you've locked yourself in. A tear cried for freedom, mercy is wrath overlooked - That mercy unlooked for, always there, Encompassing all, ebb and flow. More loving than a mother for a new born, The wave's em...

oh readers, it's been so long since we've traded words it's almost been forgotten how we could analyse what has and will be, what turns the tide has taken and the ramifications for all. we're still part of a grand plan, the one known by our Lord and Creator, but within that are webs of plans made by smaller fries, the 'big fish' who wish to control you, their financers. they need you to remain under their control, so that they can squeeze your wealth from you and thereby retain their power, their hold on the world. however, we should not fear them. the only One to fear is God alone. now we've heard it all and watch normality slip from under our feet, as the fabled carpet is swiped from beneath our toes and our perception of time and reality slows. we lose our balance and our grip, our abilities slip and we wallow in the mire, controlled by our desires but powerless to do anything about it and drown.. the only refuge is to call on God our Refuge, our Aid. ...

Regime. Does that sound comforting to you? Doesn't it bring up thoughts of fascism, communism and state control? Well, dear friends living in the United Kingdom, here we are in the regime. Pay close attention. In a recent piece of investigative journalism, Panorama and the BBC have done some digging into the existence of private Islamic schools across the country. The results of the research are to be seen everywhere, for example here. Now, in essence there is nothing wrong with being wary about extremism and its spread, and the documentary covered much ground in exposing some radical elements which appear to be linked to some schools, so I have no argument about that. All power to them. It is the duty of all to eliminate this ideology from our midst - to spread the feeling of mutual experience and tolerence for other beliefs. However, what wass disturbing about the documentary was the sinister underone, the unspoken ramifications for us all which was not said but inferred by ...

in the haze, soft spoken endorsements and skilled heavenly bodies listening, the heart speaks. it tells truth. but the ears can decide to take heed or no, so you float in a sphere of dream-like doziness and a veil is cast over all perception... what you can see are mere ripples and reflections, but severely depleted in their force, and it's difficult to gauge what's real anymore as you've crossed the boundaries, into the forbidden pasture. You've lost track of time in foolhardy egotism and resistence, so the twig that once flowed with the stream has now snagged on putrid weeds at the brink of the quagmire. where are you now? where do you turn, when the One source of truth is left aside? the sting of realisation does not break through the caked and crusted black shell of ignorance you have immersed your soul within. a casket ready for the fall. to burn? to drift endlessly forgotten. a punishment self-inflicted and deserved. hang on, it's not all doom and gloom ju...

when your ears cannot hear the waves and the feelings wash over you like, 'am I alone and is there a home and where do I come from?' and your eyes refuse to see anywhere beyond the glare of nowhere which is the essence of your existence. brothers, sisters, mothers fathers all despairing and not realising and reliving a nightmare - knights, horses, dames and serfs all... drowning in the waves, a walking, talking recluse does exclaim... 'then we're all in this together?' Yes, being smashed by the frequency of our own misdemeanours and extravagances lost in mountains and valleys on a journey no-one's prepared for with no supplies, surprise or enterprise... cost controlled, sold soul, told goal, unexpected shoal... the sounds then overflow and the ears hear, but they're not used to the sound particle - the ice cold sharp shock of insistence which comes from somewhere far out and deep within, a calling, to something never known and misunderstood - a heart...