أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

few days back, when Ramadan started, got a simple message from one of my beacons, surprised me how much i relished reading it. hearing from someone with whom i have deep connections, ya Rabb i wish i could have that kind of visitation more often.

it isn't an easy thing to maintain distance when there exist avenues for their shortening, but my Creator has taught me often about waiting for that which i seek. sometimes the immediate pressures and intentions of worldly nature obscure that seeking, but it's always there, ever present in the blood, red as it runs, like when the Moon is clearest on nights without clouds. 

as for Ramadan itself, had my usual early impression of its layering upon layer of imprisonment, but after discussion with a fellow 85er, alhamdulillah i was able to dissolve the momentary dissonance and simply accept the nature of life and fasting together, my solution? submission after all. it is the backdrop of the slave, always the place upon which i have to stand, remembering to look down, see where it is i truly am. 

i won't get to write as many words as i wish, whether for time or occasion preferring silence, for the ones who now situate in my Sky. they are precious, my beloved of various origins and colors and backgrounds. some have visited the ocean, others know not it even exists, but for me, in my mind's sight, i have seen roads untraveled between them and i, paths i know for certain i would love to take in their company. so they become part of my fabric, a tapestry, a Pattern, accentuated goals as gems adorn the horizon. 

ya Rabb, forgive them, aid them towards You, and never let us be lost, ameen