Words of Wisdom: A Collection

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You come across somebody who wants you to be better, in every single way.

May Allah make us a beneficial tool and vessel to serve people in the best of attitudes and actions.

I am just being dealt with disappointments, all around me these feelings fall into my life, I carry a heavy claim on my shoulders, my heart overburdened with what-ifs and what could have been, slung into the depths of the lonely nights, reflecting with my inner eyes, shattering the limitations of my very mind, re-considering my very eyes, a reevaluation of my very life.

Deactivate and restrict certain aspects of my life, for further improvement and refinement of the soul. The very passions that motivate the heart, that cultivate a sense of goodness, because even the smallest good degree is a beneficial start to a life of increasing hum.

In a field of compromised love, the feeling of rushing and escaping from the grip of the nafs, I need this feeling to escape and serenade, cultivating certain feelings that I wish to never take.

That what must be done must be

As we layer off to the new adeeb

finding shelter in what truly must be done,

live life as though a dream,

and sing the song that is meant to get sung.

For all you see is nothing but mere deceive

For all we hear are voices of our inner fears

It’s as if this world would punish you for seeking the truth

It’s as if you dug my heart into two

Restrict your movements, you know you can’t look away

Experience the data collection harvesting away

You cannot dwell on the experiences you aren’t in. It is to learn that although we cannot be everywhere at once, it is ultimately being, here, where we are meant to be done. Find truth and comfort in knowing the awareness of what manifests, and realize you are one with the world, this thought which cannot be touched or undone. The way we act opposed is not by undoing, but by the constant battle with our inherent dangers. It gets tainted, coiled in crude oil, it draws out every sense left to defend.

When I reach that moment of intimacy,

Then I’m reminded of the breach of privacy,

I then get the sense of reluctance hanging over me,

It’s the unstableness withholding my full (potential) cap(abilities).

I don’t feel in place,

my self doesn’t fit in and I tend to feel out of place,

I don’t belong,

Anywhere I go I tend not to stay too long.

I shift out of place,

My mind escapes and hides far away.

I truly don’t know what else to say,

These words escape faster before I even (reach) get to yesterday

My key point of issue is procrastination itself presented and experienced through my very flesh. My mind is running abruptly, trying to handle and anchor into compassions safely. Though that may not be likely because I will keep swimming and skipping past just for you to find me.

I ask for signs in this world - yet I drown in the pity of deep desire and regret.

Why couldn't I just see the signs glaring and shining right in front of me,

Got caught by selfishness and inherent desires -

- Must I deserve the Suffering/shuttering of the Wires?

A fractured state, shut-in silence, the nerves that shock a violent shake.

Trembling on the brink, we lie at the edge crumbling down as we sink.

I need to sing, express my inner fears, and expose them to the outer clears.

The load may get too much, yet it is in the pursuit of purpose,

I go out and seek excuses: - to alleviate the suffering and pain from my end.

 [ Power of Mind -> Guide the Heart ٨ Redefine ]

We can harness the power of the mind to lead and guide the heart. For it is in these moments of love, affection, and <blank> that our true selves will shine and take place. The inherent riches maintain the sense of true blissfulness, pursuing that sense of wholesomeness, oh how I used to be. Yet the matters of this life imply and amplify the loud thunders that make all that, is, in this land, fear, and run to cry. Those loud long silent nights, shake to the core like magnum exalting out mighty with fire and light. Those tall, neat, mighty, bright types of minds, those cursed with an infection, make all those who interact achieve the power of the mind. Yet to what limit can we reach and still not compromise, to come and define the matters that make up our time?

We need peace, perhaps now is the time to sit back and reflect, but only if we truly have more time.

I need to be cast out and excluded to truly deal with and confront the problems in my life. This, though, to a degree causes me anxiety, suffering, and pain. To be thrown so far out, that the loud pleading screams echo into the vast emptiness that surrounds. I am scared I will have no path to be guided on and won’t live my very best.

And ultimately it's what you do with the time that you have. It is where you concentrate your time, energy, and dedication, to ensure the success of the collective vision. When one is living in such conditions, don’t you think they must make some sacrifice, to once again, further ensure the declared promise to the masses?

Essentially, fake it til you make it, yet these words create for us, a wish so hollow - it needs to be filled up. It is as if though, these words are spells- one inherently so inter-dimensional. Yet actions manifest and simply exist, much louder than words. And if you don’t know something, you then have the power to go out, detect, and investigate the matters that fall into the grips of your hand. And though these tools we carry are sharp, keen, razor, and fast, they are all, eventually, prone to get scruffed, cut, and dirty, knowing all that I grab with the palm of my hand, do not have the ability to possibly last.

Learn the true manifestation of things and their intended origin, what did it initially want to set out and do? I believe it is only fair that when it comes to the study of any field of human relations, more specifically human civilization and religion, it is to be studied, logically and thoroughly, from the lens of the subject and trial at hand. Though this does not disregard the tools and resources, equipped by hundreds and thousands of years of human advancement and growth. Like all things that hang, hide or lurk in the corner of all and every matter (even the void or the vast dark emptiness of the pits of our existence), is hung in balance to its surroundings and total existence measurements. Life has been settled on Earth.

Living the immoral lie, expanding the fruitions to those who can see the fly. Living through their horrible side.

These are religious ideas but they are universally applicable and able to intertwine and take us places we would have never gone.

 The journey of living is made bearable because I don't know yet. As even religious people have a yearning to know and understand God more, this may stem from the realization that they do not realize yet. Why shall I live a life if I know its total mysterious devours and background mechanics? Truly, this is a life worth living, one in which I breathe and live and expand my chest, smell the brewing air, feel the fuzzy caterpillar, the plane soaring among the bright blue sky.

Do they not realize that I, too, feel emotion and sympathy? I too feel the weights of darkness suffocate me down- releasing every feeling I thought I had down, all torn away at the quick's moments of notice. I wanted to be swallowed up by the earth and taken away. I would rather have been alienated in the deep mysterious darkness that lies between life and space, embedded in a sharp moment's notice of how quickly I was able to not feel any mode of pain. It is the emotions that suffocate me to the ground, disabling me to soar to my full potential, one that I measured with the “good” heightened emotions that fill mankind.

A question to ponder: I mentioned Gabriel Marcel, a French philosopher, who commented that reflecting on music is what got him into philosophy. What about music might have prompted him in a philosophic direction? Does music raise philosophic questions?

I share a very similar passion for Philosophy from the originating point of music. I was never into philosophy and its many branches of knowledge, but I knew I loved one thing and one thing only, music. As I was losing my connection to religion, which I must admit was my own fault, I had truly nothing much I can turn to except the beauty and complexity of the music. Music to me was, or perhaps still is, nothing but an endless flowing consciousness experience of life through poetry. These certain artists I had listened to express and resonate with this philosophy in their own interpreted way.

As I climbed that hill I instinctively knew my fate was predetermined, as I had no choice or moment but to change what was pre-established in symphonic harmony. The mountain at the end of the void, I journeyed too far and struggled too near, I voyaged a journey I truly wasn’t ready to steer. A fountain of water is all that I find, as I slowly blend peacefully into its night.

The water was so purifying as I glazed it upon my anxious face. My anxious worries, they’ve been catching up to me, chasing me endlessly through my mind, infinitely. My mind tried to adjust to this new awakened reality. I finally had my moment when the scope of life adjusted to a new mindset. They are the wavelengths that vibrate endlessly across the plane, I hear them vibrating when I deeply contemplate my current states (States of Nature). There are many of them as they multiply all throughout our lifetimes. Surely, a good man, a well-fashioned character shall only have changed their development throughout this continuous story. A good author, or perhaps “The Author” “The Writer”, “The Director”, “The Producer”, “The Evolver”, “The Creator”, “The Flawless Shaper”: He is the one who we should learn and love from.

The Power and True Justice’s Delights:

As I gather myself across the hallway to enter my lawfully dreaded life, I then realize the power of “the power”, as I start to contemplate deeply about this experienced life. Though we may perceive at certain times, the horrors and sadness that make up our time, we still have, and need, hope to bring justice out into the light. To bring in the “BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE” power and validity restored, to not have the power of our voices ripped away from our throats, we must, then: Believe, Hope, and hold on tight: Because no one said it would be easy to truly fight for what is right. Though then there always looms a greater power, preening above, that being “The Objective Divine” and the world's development of subjective (systematic) power; then we truly are in need of whatever God may send to assist us all in need. Was I truly talking much more than I needed to at such points? I thought and felt like it wasn’t too long, and truly perfect at spoken heights. Can I have been deceived, tricked by my own mind as I was simultaneously experiencing reality? If so, there then may lie a disease of the heart in coming up ahead. Though not the type that physically puts constraints on your state, but rather the spiritual-metaphysical that enlightens your soul at any potential experienced state. This pursuit may get bitter, rotten, and dry, but its rewards surely will be sweet, as this is how fruits bear growth from a deeply rooted tree; Its plant stretched out, even yearning out towards the dark eternal endless night. The Black Eternal Darkness consumes every waking vacuum that can make up our limited, hindered, and finite perspective of the substance of time and space. Sometimes I hear it yearn as I slumber down into its night, I hear it roam across its own enveloping essence, its cries are the breezes of wind we feel.

If each sufficient waking day one finds themselves drenched, drowned in the sorrows of their past. Surely, their past experiences and life events all accumulate to their meaning in life. These inherent reactions humans produce cannot be put to blame, but we can hold ourselves accountable for how we hold ourselves after the fact. Every reaction we produce is indeed expected. “Born into emptiness, learn to be lonely, learn to find your way in darkness”. What if, after all of this time, indeed we are voyaged into a life so empty, into a life so pitiful? All set premises voiced thereof are voided as empty and hollow. I used to say life must have meaning because of the causation of events and their importance and conveniences for each individual. What if, then, these are the general aspects of existence that hold these things woven into their physical building blocks? I am indeed worried, though there lingers a feeling of contentment and happiness, that this indeed may be the case. How, then, may I lead life to live if our inherent mindsets are to be geared in such a way? How, then, do I go about explaining and making meaning of each of those I have fallen to believe? I need love, I need life, I need happiness to rise over in abundance and subside. Subside all aspects and corners of such misdetailed rules. Maybe being born into emptiness isn’t as bad as it may sound in its holistic view and value. A pursuit of endless - voidless- struggles. Everything we set out to do, though there come rewards and products, is aimless and totally natural in its unfolding. Truly, every set structure we use to seek meaning and purpose is endless in value. So what then of the systems, we have created here? What then of everything we have come to love and know, seek and find, experience and delay? Can the set notion of purpose be multiplied, or does there lie something completely opposite of what we have assumed?

In a clean slate of black, we only develop and experience the totality of life in the quickness of a blink of an eye. How far we have come, yet how very little we know. Why is this then the case? I assumed that the halt of the studies and ventures of the grandiose ever-expanding universe was because, ultimately, there are no ultimate answers. It is in fact true, that this logic can be used for anything we seek to be of knowledge in life: “The more we learn, the less we understand”. This saying can manifest in many aspects of speech and holistic values of knowledge. This quotation acknowledges the virtue of knowledge and the fruits that come from bearing its pleasures. Is it inherently purposeful or is it because we attached a purpose to it?

Seeking Knowledge:

It is the seeking of knowledge that shall awaken the slumber of the heart. When pondering upon the limitations and fabric of this reality, we are faced with existential dread, not one born out of ignorance or skepticism, but wonder and curiosity. True beneficial Knowledge does not leave one forsaken and abandoned in the trenches of despair, yet inspires one to yearn and reach towards the light. How shall one, correctly and without error (i.e. self-deception), conclude such statements of reality? Does it mean that since every human wields the power of their own interpretation and humanity suffers the anguish of (answers to) life, that it is all wrong and we are, then, truly forged in the dark - born into emptiness?

I would need my mind tuned in to a certain type of thought. I need to gear my mind and energy to that of what I want to delve into, experience, and derivate.