journal entry on Love

Love is a fleeting emotion that the beloved wishes to grasp. It transcends beyond the realm of infinite light. To love is to breath the air of the omniscient being of love and light. Where there is love, there is life; life was created by the flame of love. Every atom has the invisible force of love; thus, every being is made with love. Without love, we are mere beings of obstruction and destruction, therefore, halting the progress of evolution. 

The journey to find the divine requires a steady attention towards love; for it is only when one falls in love can the divine be reached. As the journey evolves from searching for love to becoming love, the soul gains strength to fulfill his or her mission. The first step is to seek love then only does the soul begin to question “Why Seek, when I can find it within Me?” As the soul progresses in discovering his or her true values, love is acquired through the thirst for light. Without light, there is no love, and without darkness, there is no light. A certain degree of darkness is necessary to find light, and a certain degree of light is necessary for love to grow within one’s self. 

Darkness is created due to a lack of love in one’s life; therefore, mental illness, addiction, and despair are bred in a challenged, indisposed mind. Soul’s light becomes dim as darkness prevails the body, and the aura withers to black. To wake up from this state of mind requires the being to trust the omniscient being of love and light, and to request soul to lift up the veil of darkness through prayer, meditation and/or simple invocations of I love you Soul. All three methods are powerful and blessed with potent light. Our goal as human beings is to find balance between spirituality and life to harness an authentic lifestyle which brings us loving opportunities and protects us from nazar.

Dear Soul

My anxiety makes my heart tiresome and despaired as a triggered alarm clock with a screeching beat. My body becomes cumbersome to the traumatic memories of a withered past, a bilateral battle between my mind and heart. This is what I worked for, a healing tragedy getting stronger and weaker between each breath that I took. The question was simple, “How do I get out of this mess?” The more prominent the destiny, the larger the quest was to decipher the meaning of ultimate sanity. The pain flickered a series of thoughts that were succumbing me to a domino world of emotions spiraling into a sense of silence and numbness. Suddenly, the pandemonium of the world seemed strategized and distanced as I sought for meaning in a paradox. The more I became part of the diffused thoughts of strangers, the more satirical the words of the creator became. The long hours, the somber light and the estranged darkness created a triangle of broken dismays and perpetuated feelings. I had become tired of pursuing a dream that threw me in a surreal realm of emptiness on a stage of hollow lights with no sounds to echo. Perhaps this was the truth that I had been seeking. The journey of an encumbrance and a reverie that had become realistic to the sorrows of a waking tomorrow. The agony of the creator began to feel congenial as she sat in a carousel of mishaps and serendipity tossed in a whirlwind of perplexity. I was lost yet found in a pool of visions colored in abstract hallucinations. The voices began to flutter into my unconscious, creating a sagacity of profundity. Perhaps I had become separate from myself while I envisioned a symbiotic world of harmony and amity. The distance I felt from the end to the early rise of a sub-par beginning felt aimless and flawed each time and my breath reached abysmal levels of despair turned into senseless hope. I decided to flow into a cascade of lights seeking for redemption from the creator. The glory of the renascence had become a demise for the martyr that I was in the name of the creator. The shackles that my mind scurried from had become a strength of sinister ambition with disassociated notions. The dichotomy of my reverence for the radiance of the Heavens had created an abhor of fluid, entangled thoughts of calamity. Fragmented, I laid my chagrined soul in the works of the creator, to be rescued from absolute absence. Finally, I had become a seed of his creation, a mortal with benign vagaries who sought to seek truth in his appearance.