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.
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