korah had the house the keys and the car. you couldn't divorce korah from the house the keys and the car. the gold, the luxuries.
thing is, korah didn't know that none of it was his. that, as much as he might've clung to these materials like ashwariyah rai clutching her million dollar sari shoes and diamonds in bollywood awards, like pharoahs burying royal cats and regalia, none of it would come with him/them; like me looking murderous when the chick in the train stepped on my spanky fresh baby blue suede pumas.
inna illahe wa innaillahe rajun.
all praise and blessings for the dead. rest in peace. become peace as you metamorphosize into quartz and jade and hematite like dinosaur teeth and bones in utah mountains.
was at the museum of the dinosaur the other day. much of the museum is dedicated to geology, as this is the field in which the clues to past life exists. we are of course forever, eternal, infinite, in that energy is that which cannot be created nor destroyed. our bones, teeth, becomes rock, forms platinum and diamonds and copper and silver. our flesh becomes soil, roots, tree trunk, branches, apples, mangoes, coconut water.
status is invisible-materialism. it is the haunt of today. it is what we in the modern world adorn like chains. i am a film-maker, i am an english teacher, i am a producer, i am a musician, i am a doctor, i am a dancer, i am a barrista, i am a medicine man... of course, it's all about intention, when this i am is explicated.
you and i are more than these labels we seek legitimacy from, from others, like cocktail conversation. cocktail convo is superficial, on the surface, meaningless tidbits. get deep. have dhal and bhat and stay the night. get drunk on poetry of authors not you. play music and jam in communion, to dissolve. close your eyes.
ah, the human ego...we lust to be korah. he becomes our subject of worship - ah, if i were just like bikram or iyengar in this yoga thing - making money, getting flown all over the world, having big cars, big houses, big harems...
idols are more than statues. in tthis sense, many who delve this path of surrender (islam), especially by rote, are idol-worshippers. worshipping gold, and fabric, and sunglasses, degrees, titles, words, and the celbrities and models that pose in magazines, tv, songs to lure you in.
the language of this neverending story, al qasas (the story), reminds us, is that the only true language that can absolve us of babel, is Soul. Soul is the language of the Essence, of the Lover. Love.
28:77. But seek, with that (wealth) which Allah has bestowed on you, the home of the Hereafter, and forget not your portion of legal enjoyment in this world, and do good as Allah has been good to you, and seek not mischief in the land. Verily, Allah likes not the Mufsidun (those who commit great crimes and sins, oppressors, tyrants, mischief-makers, corrupts).
the choice of the term legal, as a means of enjoying this mundane realm is pivotal to understand clearly otherwise, the term and concept gets hijacked by the greedy, those seeking to rationalize their blood money, their hoarding, their sustaining the pillars of the babylon caste system.
"legal enjoyment in this world" is abiding by the laws that governs the entirety of life, that which all other animals are in tune with and in turn abd'ullah's (in bondage to the One) to. in a phrase, this concept is to live by the laws of nature, to "live simply, so others could simply live", as gandhi put it.
the law for the Lover is to Seek in every one, the One. to worship, in every one, the One, to flirt with compassion and fearlessness, with the water, with the steering wheel, with these words that are only bound by
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