beyond our senses
Not because we have no control
over our senses
but because we know with certainty
that it is precisely because of him
that we all are
We love
we love him dearly
Not only because
we are commanded to do so
but because loving him is
in reality the source of all love
The soul of all things created
We love him
we love him immensely
not out of misery and
loneliness in our hearts
but because our hearts
have been carved out
from the Creator's love for him
We love him
we love him intensely
not because we have been
overcome by madness
but because it is madness
not to love him with all intensity
Our love for him
is far from blasphemy
it is the distance between
faith and hypocrisy
we are only beggars at his door
because he is the only door to Allah
Allah is The Bestower but he is the distributor and nothing
reaches all creation from Allah
except that it reaches his hand first
For he is the first slave
Whom The Master made master
of all things created
Placed beside him
the sky has no height
the sun no light
the ocean is void of vastness
the earth no expanse
time no measurement
and space no kingdom
Only through him is
The Artisians Skill shown
It is by him that The Unkown becomes known and unknown again
He is the furthest depth of all mysteries
the scent that sheds light on all subtelties
His physical body
proceeded past the point
where Gabriel's angelic anatomy
would turn to ashes
he is the perfection that all existence mirrors
The wonder of all wonders
his station is a statement from
The Originator
not given to him
by our love for him
but by Love out of love for itself
We love him more
than we love ourselves
this love will suffice us
throughout the worlds
for no love is true
unless carried in a heart
that loves him
because that heart without love for him is foreign to love itself
May The Creator's love and peace
descend upon the source
of all love and all peace
our love and our peace
the light that illumined
every excellence that
The Excellent exudes
That the perfected perception recieves
The ocean whose waters water
blossoms that bloom
to give light to the moon
from the depth of the first dawn
to the last dream of doom
By Your slave's scent
grant us ascent
by the magnums means
grant us a piercing proximity
by Love's lantern
grant us The Gold of
Your Glorious Glow
Indeed it is sown
Indeed it is so
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