When you go from nothing to something, it feels like everything. And then it all changes, having once slumped under heavy weight, now upright, smile upon face.   I feel sober today. Okay, i spilled out happiness in that room over there like i’d been tipping the cup back again, but i’d already spilt what…

She had some in-sight in-form-ation, we here, a different kind of hear-ness, an awareness from a nearness most don’t approach and never know.   So i asked about that flavor, she says it’s in the back the throat, it’s been labeled an ambrosia and when you feel it then you know.   The dreamlike quality…

Sajdi says, I used to speak Farsi and it always felt nice to sing its sweet syllabatics in the starlight, there in that canyon. You know the one…   I forgot it all, a very long time ago. She says she can help me remember. I believe her, but i don’t know how.   What…

Have you ever sat to consider the Imam’s tremendous task? I do not envy him. I can barely hold it together knowing what little i know. When i look at the complexity of it all, my mind is blown, my heart so heavy. Do you pray for him as i do? He is crumpled in…

I can’t stop, even if I wanted to. I’m pushed to edges where roots dangle.   But there’s no compulsion in Islam, I say to her. She replies, you choose Truth, so nothing else can remain.   All burns in His presence. My heart is aflame. My fingers singe soil and my eyes can’t make…

I’m sure there are plenty of confident scholarly answers that I can’t fathom, but brutal self honesty and a thirst to drown in the depths of devotion seems the safest approach to the goal either way, wherever a soul goes and whatever it might be.   Today that’s my answer to almost anything. I lost my…

I’m always spilling my cups on the carpet. The old lady yells at me sometimes. Its hard to clean with just this dusty rag. I try.   Copyright © All Rights Reserved