Today I am lost in the valley of self to see where I really belong from. I want to confess my mistake of not being talking to my soul for years and years. I just realized that we always focus on our body and mind which are things to be soiled but not on soul which is to fly to where it really belongs from. Dear soul, you are not part of me but I am part of you and I am darkness you are light, I am stone you are shine, I am hunger you are food & I am nothing you everything.
Dear soul I have spoken for so long now it’s you turn, I am silent you speak because silence is an ocean and speech is a river. Silence is a permanent language for the reason which we die, and we die to live forever.
Everything which is permanent is special there for silence is the language is GOD else is poor translation. Ears needed to listen to the words but to understand silence you need to have a pure heart. I am closing my mouth and speaking to you in hundred silent ways, dear soul please understand my unspoken words & let me fall in you.
I know that knowing self is knowing universe but I just came to know that knowing self is like swimming across river without getting wet so I am ready to dive in to see the depth of self and get near to Allah. Be assure, without diving in you won will not reach to depth of truth which is needed be unfold and all the untold mysteries are in depth. So, all start swimming in the ocean of self and avoid the boat of help if you are afraid of death, please don’t be because death has nothing to do with going away the sun sets the moons set but there are not gone they come back to arise again as we will be one day as well.
I am not afraid of death because I wake up to sleep and sleep to wake up & I can see better when my eyes are closed and listen beautifully when unable to understand words. So self is a mystery of GOD and we here to discover, describe and dream.
Death is a told thing but still untold. It is the understood thing but still not understood. It is a nakedly available but still lies like an un-discovered mysterious treasure. The world is like a dream and only sleepers would consider it real and one day when last breath will escape our lips then we’d be laughing on us for believing on which was not suppose to and not believing on which we were supposed.
When I am on peek of my gratitude, there I feel that someone is calling my soul so sweetly for which my soul wants to fly and get there before time. If you want to be permanent, so be the soul of that thing, place & person. Because soul has no ending & it is the mystery road of wine where the person with pure beautiful heart will get drunk & fall in love of Ending. Ending itself is so beautiful when you know the distance is uncounted and you just have a life to travel. On this path body will feel fear but let the heart be your guide and be silent, fall in love and stay there until you complete journey.
Soul is the source of migration through which we live after dying. Soul is the spirit of self, light of darkness and noise of silence. Soul is a restless thing which makes us rest it is the stone of dessert and desert of stone, it is the water of fire and fire of water, it is the drop of ocean and ocean of drops, it is the drop of wine and wine of drops, it is the heart of body and body of heart and it is the truth of lie and lie of truth.
Love is a tool of living and is a wine of life and only luck people get drunk. It removes barrier and act like a bridge between you and everything. Love is an art of giving yourself to someone and saying “I am yours, please don’t give myself back to me” and soul is the love of body and heart pumps it into air to become a rainbow. Love is an unrest situation to rest us and it is the ocean with no beginning and no ending. Whoever is ready to fall in love has to give his/her breath to this ocean where many already are swimming to reach where they want to. Love means to love every single being with a lovely way that it becomes a lover to love others in same lovely way to become another lover. Love is when you open your heart and cut all the veins of proud & hateness with the knife of self. Love is the religion of human, universe is its book, soul is its heart beat and combines all together makes a pyramid of humanity. Reasons is reason-less in the expression of love here don’t ask question just do it with intention of no gain & your losing everything. Spread for the goodness of life and hearts.
Be the light, boat or lamp, be the hand which is holding people for the goodness of heart, be the river of joy be the eyes of pure & good because you are not belong from this world but from somewhere where we all have to end up.