Thursday, March 23, 2023

ramadhan 2023 day 1

 ...in the name of the Source, the Ever Expanding, the One that is without beginning or end, the Essence of Love, the Vehicle of Peace...

...i bear witness that anything is possible, that problems range from stressful to traumatic, that we are always on the verge of something and often avoid it in the hiding of complacency, but through Work, Working, Reaching... embracing the hard, going hard in the paint... we get to grow, go, learn, transform, deep and meaningful... 

...easier said... i am not living with someone who abuses me physically or verbally or mentally... i am not hungry, other than what ramadhan induces, i am not struggling financially, even though i have little income.. i am not physically impaired... and yet i can't fly, can't stand with my leg behind my head...

...in the name and breath of the One... the One who is the Source of us all, these spirits, in these bodies...  

...trying to make sense of these bodies, these individuals, ones like my mom who has never cussed a day in her 60 plus years and like the woman behind her in the supermarket line, who felt entitled to yell, scream, cuss with the most acidic language for my source asking for a price check... deep, the entitlement of the poor and colored on everyone else, on the poor, on the colored, on those with Ways that are soft, kind, soil... the soil is destroyed through the annhilation of the forests, of replacing it with monocrops, and in the process making our kind Love Ways an anomaly, requiring that our continued existence in this realm of anger, rage, cuss so freeliness, quick to violence - the norm, the monocrop to belong... 

...i'll pass... again... and again... even though i find my soul dissipating in this soil, find my heart breaking, wondering why and how bystander apathy is so common, why and how those who are poor and peaceful of ancient cultures and Ways so readily targeted, made to feel like thieves and beggars... 

...but our dignity lies in ALLAH... not the lies... in that which is beyond time and space, and this moment of anguish and cuss words and violence... ALLAH is Greater than empires, so why wouldn't ALLAH Be Greater than a moment of harshness... ALLAH is Greater than even religion...

...ALLAH is that which Is... beyond mental grasp... Known possibly through the spaces, what the prophets describe as Quiet... in the name and breath of... i begin this ramadhan with this moment of challenge, of violation, of the violation of the source... and i wonder what the sign is... 

...me cursing back, violencing back would be to make this woman of misery, hate, latina racism, to be an idol, to be the focus of worship, to be the one i bow down to, by replicating her ways... to Listen, to Love, to Vulnerable, to cry to nod, to Try for Greater, to Reach for Higher, wouldn't be taking a Higher stand, it would be embodying the Path, the Way, the Truth - sat sri akal - ALLAH is the Ultimate Truth and regardless of how humans behave regardless of whether their violence is white or black or latin or brown or yellow or red... they are/we are only engaging with who are base selves are, we are minimizing Truth, balspheming the Gift to Be Love, to Be You, i want to Be Like You... 

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