....drums... from the forest... past it... by the water... a song from the river... a telling.. .tales a tradition... a moral... a way to keep remembrance of how to walk the earth and scopp the waer... how to harvest ruit and talk to the tortoise... a telling... tales...
...stories engender responsibility are a discourse with our ancestors a union that keeps us in a line of sanctimony of a continuum of being more than these bodies but embodying our grand and great grands... nore than the genetic code... the spiritual genome we embody ...
...to wear this is to shed the clothes of babylon... the uniform that has given you status and constructed a false am... it is to slip into the else that mahmoud darwish speaks of... is to die as rumi tells us... it is to grow so deep in the Quiet that the am and the Am unite as the prophet conveyed...
...for this meditation... deep mediation is essential...
...in the name of ALLAH...
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