"Makkah Bound"

The present state of affairs in the world of technology allows for the physical heart, and body, to catapult through the air at speeds indeterminate. Yet here I sit, 35,000 ft above the Atlantic, Makkah bound, and am left dumbfounded by the inner travels, in a heart much more vast and vibrant.

Much has changed, my Friend, since we last spoke, for the Gardens within me have begun to sprout. I long once more for that eternal home; I smell, ever so faintly, those rivers, that cool Resting Place where I once stayed.

The Reality of the spiritual realm has once again found life in this pain-ridden heart, that is learning how to live all over again.

The other night, in sleep, the shaitan came to me and asked me to trade the good things of the hereafter for the ones here. I said "No," and those two letters have resounded in the cavern of my heart ever since. I think back and smile, and thank Allah, and wonder what it means in the outer reality, how it changes things.

And after that bad vision I saw, I tasted for one brief moment, a taste of Truth, of Light, of the reality of this world and what it is, and how it isn't so much reality. I stepped outside the box, outside of consciousness itself, and realized what all this pen and paper and love really was. I was free.

Makkah bound I am, leaving my world behind me, leaving a former life. No, I'm not leaving. I'm going home.