Eid

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

holidays were made for your smile, its brightness and joy, so shower your loved ones with it, that even in these strange times they might have reason to rejoice. remember especially the fam, your parents, those who started life with you at its beginning, they need truly now your voice, to soothe away the aches of distance. were it my privilege, i'd bury you with gifts and sweets and memories not-yet-written, though for now that's a bit delayed, these letters are the fruit of your inspiration, marking each moment how you remain remembered.  

The Palm of Your Hand

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

in it, the very fingertips i have longed to hold, to touch, to kiss, the palm, where await my tickles and traces, outlining with my own the folds of your skin. such a simple pleasure, magnified to infinity until the moment comes for Him to fill a wish to its measure. if it were possible to simply love and thus have that be your guidance, your ship would never steer amiss, your heart always know the truth of its present, but such precious gifts as what guidance is, His and only His to give. still, i will never cease, by His permission and so long as i breathe, to pray that your path straightens at your feet, ever apparent and easy to traverse, with you always finding what you need. speaking of which, you, my necessity, the gift to transcend notion of gift, acceptance to surround my soul, surpassing what all other mortals combined have ever shown, my Garden could never begin or be complete, until your hand first mine found, after which should we then feast.  

Contemporary Reflections

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

One of the most beautiful, insightful articles I've ever read, agreed with pretty much everything he says. A retired Air Force colonel too, teaching history and commenting on the lessons he learned. 

Why can't more people like this be in charge in today's government?

https://asiatimes.com/2020/07/americas-war-on-its-own-democracy/ 

Retrospectives

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Some years back, there were a couple things I wrote that didn't quite make complete sense to me when I wrote them. They were paths I hadn't taken, experiences not yet had. Fast forward to the present, and I can now look back at what I wrote and say, damn, that was so on point, how could I have thought that in the past.

(written in 'The Portrait')

The first of these was that, for me to reach the destination and company that I sought, I'd have to forego the rights most mortals would choose to have fulfilled. After considering the past 1.5+ years of being married, this became truer than I ever wanted it to be. Like a lesson learned, that we might know ourselves is coming, but when it arrives it manages to defy any prediction or expectation. 

(written in 'The Batsignal')

The second was, that in order for me to be able to be the kind of beacon that I sought to be, I had be to one who always gave, never one to take from my beloved. Especially after being blessed with a reconnection to my Love of All Lifetimes, and the subsequent ups and downs and silences and brightnesses, I came to realize just how necessary that initial condition was. If I sought any beacon, for my self in the present, the consequences would be disastrous for everyone involved. Alhamdulillah particularly that my Rabb allowed me to fashion a goal beyond this life, that reinforced and meshed effortlessly with this perspective. 

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It seems so strange to write something while not understanding it in the moment, yet it becomes almost prophetic down the road in one's life. Clearly I need to start working on some lotto numbers! Lol subhanaAllah, it's pretty crazy. Alas that understanding the present is not nearly as 20-20 (yes....the year is 2020 as well.........). Hindsight and all. 

At least the akhirah is clearer, aside from the simple caveat of Judgment of course. But what a life this is

 

Bitten

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

guess i should have known it was coming, the longer i lived, the greater the chances, finding not only my twin, but learning now she'd be in truth my Vampiress. some things only flow in the veins, life and emotion, pumping from the most cardiac of places, central to my kind, who relish its utter sweetness, seeking its sip while being devoured gently alongside undulating caresses. if in this life i must remain as myth, kept from finding my beloved and their every inch, then such scenes painted will be as equally vivid, on this, the canvas for Eternity, a bared neck the first of what's given, to reap ecstasy and completion, twinned elements dissolved in the Red, as it drips from most beautiful fangs down to expectant lips, caught by your tongue, a taste of the finest wine there is.

 

Sighting of my Moon

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

clouds are so pesky at times, obscuring your light always for longer than i'd like, but when they're parted, even if it's just for a few moments and something lunar reaches my taste buds, then the wait's proven simply worth it. 

 

every so often, to bask in moonlight, to not be weighed down by that which I'm missing, this is a rarefied wish, often by my Rabb kept atop mountains of intermittent occasions, treasures reserved for when He knows it holds better and unmistaken.

still, have to hold my self back, not become an astronaut, or rocket scientist, not build a space ship, and fly to the orbit where you live, not throw caution to the wind, not warp your state from where the present is. my Rabb gave me not the option to dismiss the bounds He set, the bounds I was born in, the gravity of this planet I’ve never liked holding me grounded, ever wishing I could fly to wherever you would have me landing. 

but be ever assured, oh Moon, dear Muse who loves to peek from behind clouds when it suits her phases or her mood, by the love of my Maker, you are never lost, never quite confused, for such instants are just part of the orbit, an orbit to one Day reunite me with you, iA.

this life and i

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

While I've always sought permanence and meaning, this dunya has only ever shown me its nature as fleeting and superficial. This is a primary reason I despise it, but there is one other major reason, one refrain I can seem to never escape: this life has always been a barrier between me and you. Because of this, dunya elicits a hatred from me like nothing else, for it keeps me from my beloved, in ways small and large, from the outset of my existence.

Without question, my Rabb designed it to be what it is, but that does not mean I will ever prefer or like or consider as worthwhile this world, or any world, that would keep us apart. I have battled against this separation for as long as I've lived, from the earliest times of simple friendships that could not be sustained, until I first tasted the apex of my goals...and it was kept from me by Him, Who knew the test it would serve and the countless wisdoms therein. But the vehicle of the test, ohhh, this, this is not it for me, not at all, not in the slightest. 

It might be clear then, why my ambitions for akhirah only seem to grow with time. For every second that this dunya keeps me apart from you, is another order of magnitude by which our Garden, bi ithniAllah, will become ever more glorious.

 

of the Veins

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

wish you weren't just in my blood, rather by my side, so i wouldn't have to make these cuts, let out rivulets of Red, saturated past capacity, with what constitutes a Love. my mind can see you so clearly, the clearest i ever could, conversations with your phantom, almost close enough to touch. i know in these places, just a few shades away is madness waiting, don't know how long He'll make me hold it in, keep it from spilling over, of an ocean overflowing, yearning to evaporate, reach beyond my atmosphere to embrace celestial bodies with arms He made for me to share. 

not yet, not yet, be still oh self, your beloved He's still at distance kept, curtains not yet risen, keep back the reins of your flood, to drown not those to whom you'd have such depths given, for now must they be let breathing, laws of this life mean breathlessness could end their being; so quietude my waters must find again, perhaps relent to an icing age, in hopes it preserves what needs a lifetime for reaping.

frailty

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

days like this, where you come to mind but my tongue recalls to me only illness, can't even savor from it any sorrow or happiness, just grounded by being lost from my own normal, inside a world turned upside down like i'd never imagined. numbness in extremities, the wrong kind and for all the wrong reasons, slowly is easing, but couple treatments left, so there's still something of bitter pills for me to be unwillingly taking. wouldn't be so bad if i could only lean back-to-back with my beloved, not even seeing, for such a moment everything in this life i'd give away in an instant...alas, i am struck by absence as a tree loves for lightning to scald and char all its leaves and branches, which is to say not in the slightest, it's hateful and i'd reject it if my Rabb gave me His permission, but He hasn't, not yet, living is onward, my goal around a corner only He can help me conquer.

one Day, iA

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

inshaAllah, I'm looking forward to the day your curves slide into my depths, and just as the water reaches every pore and opening, so too I flow into you from every direction. I don't think dunya quite possesses the faculties or ability to manifest for such an experience, but words try to project the image and sensation and emotion, from one to its other. The value of a flame always lit, don't think it could be overstated. It turns gloomier days into not-so-bad ones, and makes bright days all the sweeter. Life has its mixture of both. But it's nice to recall that fitnah/trials/difficulties are not an inherently negative thing. As the Arabic root reminds me, 'fitnah' refers to purifying gold from impurities for good reason. One part of this is taking the good of something while leaving its ill, and the other part of this is taking also the reminder of what such experiences are intended for: remembering one's Creator, one's purpose, one's humanity, and hopefully of end goals to remain preserved. 

I know some of the wisdom of quietude, distance, these ever-too-familiar concepts imo, but alhamdulillah they are not permanent. As with life itself, and our own personal necessities for positive change, these states vary. On the quieter sides of the coin I find myself wishing for more sound, the wonder of interruption by my beloved, to remind me not only of their beauty but of goals and easy appreciation for blessings too vast to describe. I haven't really wished for quietude in moments of contact, but I know that being given the time by qadr to miss someone is almost as priceless as when the missing ends and at least some part of the connection is remade. These intermediate moments...not so bad, for in them, the back of the mind never ceases in forging memories, irreplaceable, timeless, eternal memories of the journey yet to come.

 

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

i've learned, sometimes, it isn't about making you breathless, even though

such expressions, when undressed, are enough to ignite all fuel,

while it isn't time for our flight, just yet.

sometimes, it's just about the deep breaths, the inhalations, taking

moments, slowly, savoring

for as long as He gives them, not rushing, not merely release

in chasing,

rather the marinade on your skin, with time

comes full circle, the baking.

perhaps in these sometimes, it's refreshing, relaxing, 

cultivating anticipation,

on a frequency so vividly brilliant from life,

on a plane, in a Home, all worth having.

the highest goals have, at times, the highest of prices -

apartness, patience, restraint, reflection;

even as the selves or this life

we find taunting,

with the scorn of the instantly-pleased 

for the seemingly-infinite waiting.

but, to find you, in perfection:
with unbridled glory, joy, captivation..
these few 
days
or years, 
nothing more than dust, soon to fade,
when fruition He permits
us to taste, iA.

 

separated

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

oh Allah, You take them from me, You've taken what is Yours, the ones I love most You place at such distance, it makes this life seem so much less worthy living for, they are my brightness, my connection, the reasons for my smiles when societies fall apart and crumble, my anchors to the parts of me I cannot alone sustain, they are those You let me know but also those You now keep away, I know there is not much here for me to complain, but how alone can my ocean beat when all its pieces are spread so far apart from me? 

You suffice me as my Creator, as my Friend, as the Guide Who brought me out from every darkness I (un)wittingly stumble in, but it's true that You made me human too, with desires and friendships, embedded inside such precious people I'd always want to be close with. So it is, I beg You not to always keep us parted, keep me not always drifting, let me be a light for my beloved, always lit for them so long as You would have me living, ameen ya Rabb of mine

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

since thought of you won't let me sleep, the least i can do is haunt you in your dreams, pleasantly of course, and this is how i'd have it be: my apparition there, in my stead, to send tingly chills down your spine, echoing in your fingers and your feet, reminiscent to some degree, of other stimuli for destinations not yet reached. 

your laugh, of sounds among the sweetest to my ears, like a tuning fork playing a piano made of glass, so crystal, so clear, as if, that's how laughter was meant to leave the lips. perhaps i'm swimming still, could not say, or perhaps i taste my icing and the cake, who knows, such amazing gifts He gives, for my senses and my soul, to unwrap them all this life i live. 

The Untenable Withoutness

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Maybe the perspective I'd wish most to have reach my beloved is that of knowing the nature of the one, singular connection that makes every other connection worthwhile. Undeniably, this relates to Allah and only to Him.

While being mortal and attempting to ascertain the Sublime, it's important to first remember and have cognizance of the uniqueness that's being aimed for. This isn't like any other bond, no human relationship compares, no human love/emotion comes remotely close - either in magnitude or meaningful essence. The expectations and experiences we develop in our lifetimes from dealing with people, all of those should be put to one side, a separate category. When considering Allah, He deserves His own specific framework of understanding, not like anything or anyone else we know or come across. 

With that said, how can we come to know Him, to understand to whatever capacity our selves are capable? I think there are two points to answer this: the first being that we did not create ourselves but were in fact created, and the second being that of realizing blessings and gifts in all their manifestations that have been sprinkled throughout our lifetimes. The essential point of realizing one is created, is that of being able to perceive submission to one's Creator, of reaching the understanding that slavehood is where the matter begins and ends, filled in the meantime with our own mixture of deeds in the middle. 

I've found that any time in my life where my connection to Allah suffered, it was the worst agony possible (the second worst agony being apartness from my human beloved, but that is mortal and one supposes it too shall pass, iA). With one's Rabb at the center of not only specific endeavors but overall and overarching life/afterlife goals, then every endeavor becomes more meaningful, has a value and substance that carries real, impactful weight. Without Allah as the central/primary anchor towards Eternity, we become enslaved and confined and relegated to a mere earthly existence, with meaning and relativity that is equally worthless in the grander scheme of things. The higher purpose and calling is not something arbitrarily chosen by us humans, but instead it is the reason behind our creation, the direction and drive He gifted us of always wanting/seeking to return back to Him.

This elevated drive does not necessarily exclude our instinctual and emotional aspects, but incorporates them within its inherent wisdom. There is reasoning behind our Creator making the nafs/lower self part of the framework of the human being, while mentioning a bit of His Garden that appeals to that nafs. The intent of Him making His rewards as He has, of all their various forms and expressions, is so that we pursue them, use them as motivation in refraining from sin and having something utterly beautiful to look forward to. Indeed, every fleeting joy that we experience here finds its heavenly match incomparably more extravagant and sublime, as such manifested ideals should be.

Getting back to the main point here, we can never go long without remembering where we came from, where we innately want to get back to. This reminder does not have just an inward aspect, but an outward one as well, which brings me to perhaps the most important subset of this perspective: how to tie together the surface and inner depth of the human being, so they both reach for and reflect the same purpose. Our Rabb instituted certain forms of ritual worship, primarily in the five salaat, that serve as the physical pathway for us to reconnect with Him on the daily. The first consideration with this is that prayer has its time, and such timing and regularity must have primacy in the mind above all other obligations. Note! : This does NOT mean that the heart must have pure submission/imaan before physical worship is manifested. No one ever begins at the outset with having all the requirements and experience and wisdom to fulfill the endeavor that is to come, all of these things come only and ONLY with time. A doctor newly graduated does necessarily know everything he/she needs to know at their first encounter with a patient. We absolutely have to remember the point that responsibilities being implemented FIRST, is how the essential underlying wisdom/purpose is found later on. This may seem as hypocrisy at first glance, to do something outwardly while its inward is different, but in reality, for the one who seeks the worship for personal reasons and not for the sake of being seen, this is generally how the journey of reconnection to Allah begins. 

Regardless of what we may have seen from others in our past experiences, or gotten the implication from in those situations, the irrefutable truth is that we are and were created as human. The process of unifying the inward and outward states is never quickly achieved, and rarely is it very easy. It takes time and persistence, and having an internal/underneath motive of either seeking the truth or one's beloved - both can serve admirably as precursors to spiritual actualization. 

I've never found anything that was worthwhile without my Rabb playing some critical part in it, either as a Means or the penultimate Aim. All other parts of our lives become vastly brighter and more meaningful, from the moment He becomes a vital part of our own selves.

Inescapably

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

sooner or later, adjectives to describe this will no longer exist, the only indication remaining: the fireworks in your veins, from the flush in the face to extremities and regions unapparent at first glances the other hasn't yet made. forgive me, sometimes i wish not for you to breathe, simply the vision of you breathless tugs at my being, lungs maximally expanded so the chest is ever closer to me, seeking its caress not merely within the confine of my dreams, and as letters leave these fingers, i realize we're swimming now in that 4th dimension and stars are all i'm seeing. before i fade to black and sleep subtly beckons, one thing i should mention: even if you threw away your phone and hid underneath the covers so our vibration's warmth would not stretch so far deep, forgive me again, that won't be enough, for my ocean will seep through those sheets, cascading upon your skin as unmistakable ignition, inevitable for the unresisting.

Life will come and go, the highs and the lows, these fevers and the cold, but on occasions He permits, our furnaces blaze ever onward to internally hold, as much fuel as can be held for the journey Home.  

History Reclaimed

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

mashaAllah there's something so beautiful about this 😊...

- [ from BBC in Turkey, the Ayasofya ]

evaporative wishes

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

sometimes wish the ocean was vapor instead of liquid, so it could leave behind terrestrial concerns as if they never existed, rising into space and unbound to the earth, chasing its stars instead of being tied down to dirt. further wish i knew what to say when absence my Rabb makes comprise the vast sum of my way, regardless attempts or principles or predictions, fully grasping sense of the purposes behind mechanisms remains elusive as planets on opposite sides of the solar system. wasn't quite consciously looking to get twinned, but realizations He let strike my surface like meteor showers quickly turned ignorance into oblivion; wasn't quite consciously looking to get a future memory imprinted, but for a split second He let part the clouds so moonlight pierced all the way from its perch in my heavens right down to my core, condensing every oceanic atom into one unforgettable instant. these treasures of all treasures, framed for the present as agonizingly absent memories for me to remember, remain utterly inexplicable, teasing not even the tip of the icing in Forever.

Of being Twinned

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I'd never really thought of the word 'twin' as a verb. In all the ways of the past in which I thought and perceived, my mind always saw it as a noun. Beginning with a single drop in the ocean way back in 2005 and crystallizing recently, that preconception has been rewritten. That my Rabb would allow me to be revisited by my Gemini, things I thought I knew being redefined are just the tip of the iceberg.

With clarity that only lifelong experiences and ups and downs and ins and outs can bring, I know I am twinned. 'tis a verb expressed as noun (gerund?), relatively interchangeable but the noun form implies permanence (yay for Arabic grammar lessons recalled), so I suppose it might best be understood as a state of being. This recently-affirmed sight isn't just a reflection of the mind and its cognition either, but the most obvious and clear reflection of the heart itself as well. After all, it takes full internal unity and self-acceptance to be able to possess this level of certitude.

Alhamdulillah, for ever and always.

I could write a bunch of mushy stuff about what it means to be understood (prob will at some point lol), but my history speaks for itself: how many years have I existed in where the most precious of things was to reach someone who got me. This is too obvious to be rhetorical, so I can't even put a question mark there or classify the level of "duh". 

It's the kind of connection and bond and resonance that dwarfs reality, and even when intent isn't initially gotten (life histories always being unique), then discerning the correct one is as simple as stirring a spoon in soup and watching the answer dissolve right into the mixture itself. 

What a beautiful microcosm of life in which, inside my twin, I behold my macro whole :)

from the Barrel of a Pen

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

~inkified~

I know your peace of mind is priceless, which is why I never mind the price of silence, sometimes close, sometimes hiding, restraint manifest in wisdom of choosing that which keeps you earnest. Life teaches me there's much I can't know for the moment: how your journey goes, struggles you face, letdown kept inside so nothing outward shows, happinesses of holding nephews (maybe soon nieces?) and loving them like your own. One day to come, with His permission, I plan to break the silence, just for that instant, hoping I can catch up on all and everything you've experienced, since last we spoke and a little of the ocean, transmitted along soundwaves, helped for ever onward going. 

Superliminal Messages

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

how bright some days, when the waves of gravity are lapping at your shores, as a puppy Eskimo-kissing the flesh of its treat, ever searching for more, ever wanting to drink and to eat, melting down the walls of distance, if only for the moment, comforting and enveloping, sharing potential unmet by longing in unity. fire upon fire, burning not i hope for Hell, but rather taking such heat and redirecting it under your wings, lifting them higher, making not always an enemy of the nafs and its wishes, but deferring its present fulfillment, while extrapolating infinitely until it reaches the purest of Indulgence. without question the sharpest of blades, Desire can never be taken lightly or for any lesser of aims, but i've found with time it can be brought into restraint, not merely an animal or instinct to be caged, but an instrument of impetus, pulling and pushing, right alongside the heart and the soul, all to the same Place. such endeavors, not without risk, but we know what's said about gain: for Eternity to reap, dunya is the seed, thirsting for patience.

R for Retaining

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Among the most valuable things I've learned in life, is the method of holding on to something by allowing it to be free. This apparent paradox is resolved simply, at understanding that one's Creator's planning and timing is the most impeccable and matchless. It is my Rabb Who owns both what/whom I would know, and my self. Certain objectives, trying to be as timeless as they are, without a doubt are best left to His care in their specific determination. Every light, every beacon, every khair I have ever encountered, was brought to me, never something I found on my own, never solely with my personal effort. A slave blessed in this manner, after enough trial and error and reflection, begins to understand that sometimes, many times, restraint of the self is the best course and permitting destiny to coalesce organically with the guidance of its Creator is truly the best way of achieving something.

This is how my Moon's orbit can remain steady, how my Gemini's echoes can be known on occasion, how other lights of life can be as independent and natural in their expression of connection, regardless of my wish in the matter. Because He permits them all to be as they are, as they should be. 

Owning nothing, seeking everything, such is the chase of my Eternity.  

ya Rabb

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

this wasn't quite the path i expected, not the path i would have scripted merely a couple years back, would have been content to let my ocean remain the size of a planet. yet then, what does He do but try me down to my bones while giving me more than i ever fathomed? 

ya Rabb of mine, through this road that's so long intertwined, between things lost and kept and refound, let me never lose sight of the beloved You brought to me, making my streetlights brighter, fuel for my engines, chasing in the End, sometimes slowly and sometimes faster, those who make this journey one worth having Forever. 

my eyes alone have never sufficed, too human for my taste, so much i need to know, that only You own, so now in this moment, i give up more than Everything, not just my past and present but also the paving of Future's direction, there's no more choosing left, for You shaped the cake and its icing, the oven and every fanciful decoration.

ya Rabb of mine, align all my ambitions and aims, unite them in purpose and purity and Place, leading and calling beyond an earth made of dirt, towards our Sky full of flight and infinite possibilities, ameen.