The road down the hillside is all plain and yet beautiful. I am a traveler who keeps on passing at a site where nobody is aware of what is going to come up next. I am all in awe and wonder about the realities, and I am not going to lose that string of feeling that life is love and it just so happens that those whom you can’t touch still grab your heart. I can feel that part of my soul and body, still inborn but present with every breath of mine. I love to feel the visual displays of imagination that carries on forward with every moment transforming.
How can I forget that moment when a thought raised within me that I have lost the unseen, untouched part of my being. I cried in remembrance and repentance to ALLAH ALMIGHTY. I was afraid that it might be due to my feeling that I am a person with so scarce resources, and yet trying to spread out my wings. I felt in previous days that I am just going far away in thinking something burdensome which is actually not a burden by our Creator. I felt the ocean of love for first time for that tiny presence, and losing it was like losing my sane self.
But I felt a strange yet blissful peace that it is from the One and Almighty, and nobody has a part in it including me. The reflection of love is the presence of it inside and I felt it for the sake of living a life of bowing myself in front of the Ultimate Reality. I was nowhere but in my senses to know that life has given me another chance to be conscious of the position that is designated for me. I am in thankfulness and in strange love for my soul’s part that is still hidden but makes me awake with its presence.
