I Grieve By: Yasmin Mogahed I lifted my head Once more Only to see The sun had set, The trees had slept, And they’d all gone home I grieve. The sky that was clear is now covered with fog. My path, I no longer see. Why try…when it’s all so... Read More
Imagine receiving a gift that you never say ‘thank you’ for. Over time, you forget that you were given the gift and start believing that it belonged to you all along. But then your delusions take on a more intense form. You start believing that it was actually *you* who... Read More
Oh external worshiper, know that worship without heart is motions. Oh seeker of knowledge, know that knowledge without purification is a dangerous weapon of the ego. Oh activist, know that work without orientation of heart is fruitless. Oh lover, know that love without God is pain.
