Moments alone…can be exquisite.

The presence of a quiet house… becomes a signpost shimmering in the desert heat. Designed only to guide us to the eternal. Only when we are humbly broken can light enter through the hairline fractures that bleed into the heart. Slowly cleansing us of the darkness. And ego is extinguished in Divine destiny. when souls let go. Only then is there fulfillment… when the truth is revealed. When we are no longer allied with ego, take no offence. My intuition flows with messages transmitted… through Light: “Truly He wills and you do not.”

Search for meaning, dear stranger. Not sense.

Excerpt From Poem ‘ Dear stranger ‘ In ‘ The Shahira Vol.1 ‘.