travelling

gone are the times, one would suppose, when the pen can run free. as constraint pulls in from everywhere and the thoughts that could be seen, never heard, to be unpalateable are so hard to put into words. this makes reading so much more difficult, and the writer's imprisoned in a self-imposed h-block.

as in those ozzy soaps, the walls are mere paper, and atoms, weak to the mind that perceives beyond all that, seem to tower above in structures too great to overcome. however, all minds are susceptible to that kind of restraint. our world is designed to confuse us in this way, so as to test us in our ability to realise.

the path to realisation is long, and frought with so many obstacles that all travellers need a guide. we see so many who dont even know they're on a path to begin with - those who perceive their existence as a mere frolic through the garden of desires and pleasure, without direction or limit to what it is permissible or no, and it's so tempting just to join that throng, but the mind just wont allow it.

it's a blessed feeling to be in the state of intermediate understanding which places one between knowing and un-knowing, past the border of ignorance - a barrier perilous to cross back over once one has broken through..

..to know Allah has specifically mentioned one's name,

..to know that He has a special purpose for you

..to take the time to ponder, and to try to find what that special something is, and to turn away from the unreality of those created things, and rely completely on Him, who cares, and knows, and is over every-thing, powerful.

oh the beauty of being a servant to the Almighty. the only true happiness comes from this state. and this happiness is not easy to contemplate, or describe, because one cannot describe something to one who hasnt experienced anything similar. words do not qualify, just meaning beyond feeling perhaps.

so a writer, when putting the words down has no hope of touching the hearts with anything like the taste of what knowing the Knower is like, has to only hope that hearts with their innate yearning start to turn back towards that Truth and essence of all existence, to take their place among the travellers on the returning path.