...mortality beats like the drums of a dhol in the face of illness... a cold, flu... is enough to humble us... even if a little... remind us that we are not immortal... and if the migraine is bad enough... to even seek salvation... in an age when god is dead... as friedrich nietzsche predicted at the end of the 19th century... noting the moral decay of society - decadence - men turning to art and sensual desire to replace religion... except in these moments of illness...
...what do you do when you are sick?... rest... hydrate... watch movies... read... fast...????? ...
...i am humbled.... i begin to face regrets... things that i haven't gotten to... that i have utterly failed at... people i've lied to disappointed hurt... children i never had... the grandchildren my parents never got to love that didn't get to love and cherish them in the way they deserved...
...i am in a space of regret knowing that my selfishness trumped my service... my selfishness overshadowed generosity... in some ways... if i can get past the wallow... it is a call to action... to do it different... to be of the path of prophets messengers those in Surrender... mother teresa... gandhi... swami vivekananda... hafiz... harriet tubman... geronimo... chief seattle... malcolm x... ernesto che guevera... fidel castro... my mom... my dad... my brothers... my grandfathers...
...i am reminded to walk this path of detaching from amterial and doing with no sense of scarcity of failing.... as ALLAH is Infinite... there are no limits to the number of yoga asanas possible... ALLAH is Infinite...
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