wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

if one pulled veils over one's own eyes, one would be doing oneself dis-service right? well, perhaps it's the self's own ignorance - to continue to convince that delusion's better than the reality. and do it continuously. so many have gone before us that sucessfully kept the self under control and moved on to higher things. there are realms to explore beyond desire, and they pass by too because they're not real either. 'everything except Allah is empty' when does the self become restrained, and the soul yearn only for proximity to the Source? doesnt understanding the obligations towards the Creator give enough of a push in the right direction? we know that we only exist to worship Allah, so what a strange position it is for one to still manage to know this and at the same time not know it? how does satan convince us to be in this position. do we say, 'it's ok, i can repent before i die'? then how do we know when death will take us...? ok, that...

testing, ok lets give it a whirl. round and round the wheels have turned, and the tires burned, and nothing's left to learn, except there was something - but we couldnt quite put our finger on it. was it large or small? or moving too fast, and was around the world before time had even taken note. old man watched the hands spin round the clock, and remembered something that once happened, but no-one was there to hear what he had to say, and it was important too, but he died... and who learns from that? arent my lessons clear enough? or is the teacher so incoherent that he no longer cares to feed the pupils with what he knows, and the whole system crumbles, and the knowledge is lost just like a dead old man, a whiff on the wind. all these things happen day after day, and the people get stupider. there are people whose paths cross, and they never benefit from each other. if one has a grasp on the truth, and another knows it, but doesnt point his unknowing companions in the direction o...

when has anything ever been like it is today? or has anything ever been really that different from how it's always been. maybe man's behaviour is just a blueprint in a platonic idea of the world of ideas, but we can say we're individual, and someone else can scream 'Im not', pretending he's understood something that everyone else just didnt quite grasp. he knew it was his last gasp, and his air's running out, and the clock's ticking away. there's a world of spirits they say, and interwoven dimensions, and so many things we dont understand, so why not? even if there is, or isnt, what are you going to do about it? do you have any power? except over yourself. maybe you give life and take it away, but can you resurrect? did you make life come inside your own mother's womb - to come into being, i mean, did you choose to exist? none of us has chosen that, but we exist, and what does that mean? here and there lonely people call out their refrains, and ...

The sea cried, and cries. The water is salty tears, And the waves are emotional energies. An action of a human being attributed to a vast entity. A man stands on the shore, watching. He calls out, 'the sea is crying'. His heart is the key to what he sees and says. If the sea is weeping For you, And the fish ask for your forgiveness, All is well - and that's conditional, As are many things.