Of glittering and glowing

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

 

not all that glitters is gold, and what's gold doesn't always glitter, slowly sowing the seeds of brilliance for a Gift that i would hold forever. often i've lamented the limitations of surfaces and how meaning is so much more worth savoring when inner and outer tie in together, and more and more her layers beginning to mesh, the petals starting to expand, though we know some of the thorns of this rose, it's a price intently paid just that she might fully harness her beauty and command lust as an instrument of love flowing infinitely...and all the while, i bathe in her radiance, my own chest re-fulfilled in every instance my head finds her bosom in rest. 

alhamdulillah, for ever and ever and always, to be by such good provision kept, to have in the back of the mind in constancy, among the most treasured of hopes, of this sadr that He might let to continually expand, embracing his beacons beloved whether sooner or later, ever partial to their guidance and safety in knowing that this slave, who hath loved, wouldst never stop loving or caring or reaching for Eternity, when their bodies and hearts and souls finally intertwine in peace and fulfillment and bliss; such is my goal, ameen ya Rabb.