Tired

I am tired
Thats it
No emotions fueling insanity
No wants
No needs crippling
Nothing
I am just tired
Thats all.
Tired.

Revelations hopes and the seeds to them.

My mind wonders
and my heart pants heavily
as I struggle to live as two.
The one of simplicity and righteousness.
Clear and bright.

And the erratic luxury life
of instant gratification
glutenous laughter
Brassiness of money
success and power.

Moving on from what is routine and normal
is the biggest change of all.
Finding ones self in a world
where every thing goes
not seeking shelter from common
and presently barbaric forms of communal punishment.
Would we think twice about stealing if our right hand would be cut off.
Wouldn't we be petrified if we were out-casted just by not practicing
the basic's which are set in stone.

And the other life is much desired for.
As the mixed being of mind heart and soul;
wishes to be purified.
The dark scoldings over them
to be brightly varnished away
stroke by stroke
footstep to footstep
to bows
prostrating to kneeling
to prayer.

And praying and praying;
for that simple life of contentness
goodness
light of heart
purpose in life
avoidance of evils
actions of mercy
thoughts of clearness
worshiping of the one and only.
As-Samad.
At-Tawwaab.
Al-Azeem.

Yet when I think like this my mind pants and heaves no more
and my heart sets at rest
all becomes clear
and still.
Airy.

Living as was written as one and for only One.
All we can do is walk
Hope.
Pray-steadfast
Believe and we shall wonder no more.

Ameen.