بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Flight is tonight, inshaAllah the road gets a bit easier while not having to be in a state of apartness. I've found it pretty amazing to have both a short-term and long-term vision. I think either one is incomplete without the other, for this life still has to be lived as decently as we can so long as we live in it - but also having a particular aim for the long run is so essential to mental and emotion wellbeing. Dunya brings enough challenges that having a goal outside of it, a goal that surpasses it, a goal that encompasses it, can never be overlooked. 

Much of the reason I am who I am and I seek what I seek, has its origin traced back to my Moon.  A certain development and mutuality of these two kinds of souls leads only to one place: the hope for an eventual reunification and confirmation of what we'd known before, iA. 

I figure the time in-between should be interesting enough. Hopefully just in the right ways t_t

 

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

One day, when we've both risen and found our place, I'm gonna sing every piece I ever wrote, give some vocal eloquence to those words that you evoked, let you know and feel and hear, all my sounds pour out of the soul, into the only vessel of their worth that He let me keep near. All this life is but a series of broken syllables, attempts at rhyme or evocation of feeling when surrounded by the material, but when it comes to you there's no barriers or distances, just two stars wanting to reach together their peak supernoval release of emotion. The need is great, I know, the want to hold starlight now, and close our eyes to the rest of what the universe tries to pass along as 'shine', but some beauty, this one among all the beauty that ever existed, worth the bit of wait so I can fashion all of your visions wrapped with my imagination, into a journey of breathlessness topped with ecstasy from every direction. ~~ GapBody line, indeed, smooth as silk perhaps, but couldn't be outdone by your touch I bet, like a thread of cloth pulled slowly back, therein is the subtly waiting flesh, ahh, yes! Only the finest of milk and honey to pour over my Cookie Monster laden sweetly with layers of delicacies, so many wonders, waiting patiently across the surfaces and hills of your contours, beckoning fingers to come and show them the finest of thrills. Indeed, indeed, many rivers await the conclusion of my fate, and may He make worth it all the taste, ameen.