Rediscovering Ramadaan#17

Between the ebb and flow of soul energy is the still shore within. Remain.  Even as the waves recede and bide you farewell. Remain and resist the urge to be carried away by the waves. Where once you were frolicking in the water embracing you, you’re now left with sand residues that are grating against your skin in the chill evening breeze.

You were not made for the ocean. The ocean was made for you, to bring you tides of creativity and intuition. Insights. Gems.
But as you receive, you must let go. As you inhale, you must exhale. As you sow, you must harvest. As you live, you must die. And as you love, you must lose.

But don’t let it deter you. In the wake of an ebb, you’re given space to notice and marvel at the sunrise, at the seagulls, at the fresh air permeated by sea salt that tingles your nostrils, at the sea shells and pebbles and seaweed, sprinkled like confetti all around you. There’s a whole world beyond the gratifying bubble of receiving all that’s good and pleasing.

The waves will soon return to you with hidden treasures fetched from the deepest parts of the ocean, and the meeting place will always be in the midst of your inner shore.

Find the inner silence so that in the face of the rhythmic pulse of life you can remain grounded, standing, free. You can remain gazing at the ever-present horizon.

لكي لا تأسوا على ما فاتكم ولا تفرحوا بما آتاكم والله لا يحب كل مختال فخور

“In order that you may not be sad over matters that you fail to get, nor rejoice because of that which has been given to you. And Allaah likes not prideful boasters.”

(Al-Hadid 57:23)

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