بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Life is this puzzle I can't seem to open, needs so much waiting, so much patience, days drift by, even with all efforts I can fathom, steered forth like rivers dammed for fields of rice in paddies. still I can never stop trying, never stop pushing, opening doors of Tomorrow, no matter the bruises or blisters on fingers. the heart wants to ache like it's made of earth in the middle of a quake, but it's not, and so my Rabb has it held in place, waiting to be unleashed to find its own pace, pouring forth what it's holding like an ocean's wave, ready and willing to carry that one surfette willing and brave, up past all sight of horizons, above even the clouds, to swim the skies amidst the stars, we two comets born of Gardens, imagined from afar.