as if its holding its breath to stay illuminating and say,

here i am

and here will i stay still

so that a child in the backseat of a moving car may challenge it to a race

his dainty finger pointing to the suspended orb,

look! i wonder which of us will get there first

he will soon learn of its perpetual presence

for its orbit —as long as the universe stands— would never allow it to stray far

a golden globe whose body we shall only be permitted to see a single face of

a discarded yolk singled out by a picky eater

distant

what do i know about distant? oh trust me i know alright 

i have been distant for quite a while

too long for my own good

i cant seem to retrace my steps back to the contentment, the warmth of that blanket of love and tranquility

cant i? or do i just not want to?

and what could make me reject the most perfect way to live

the antidote for this poisoned heart darkening more and more as empty days go by,

an empty day is what started it all 

unfilled, that is— brimming but rather with meaningless and thoughtless acts

a paradox of its own, what a mess that is!

emptymindedemptyheadedemptydays

flip, flip, flip, or was it tick! tick! tick!? 

the days went by fast (perhaps it was swoosh! swoosh! swoosh!) 

as i perfectly knew they would 

but i was living way too intensely in each 24 hours, i was looking forward to nothing at all

but yeah, like i said, i knew

i always do

feeling good requires the collective effort

of the mind, heart and body

a continuous reminder and constant remembrance

of The Merciful Maker

who told the night sphere to be

and is too, always telling us,

here I am

and here will I stay still

for my servants who look

but unlike with the creation, there doesn’t need to be any distance

don’t you get it? 

return, return to your Lord

seek true happiness, seek everlasting repose