20° C.
No wind nor cloud touched that azure sky. I spent the day cruising with the windows down and spent the sunset with some old friends in a field of dandelions (about 1/4 KM from the road)...just kickin' it. We prayed Maghrib on that yellow-and-green carpet (and our jackets) and basked in the dying heat and silence of the day.
I was struck by the simple pleasure of those two (I think), very brief hours. Before reality and responsibility came crashing back down. I kinda missed B...surely he would have drawn a profound metaphor or prose from that scene...I tried to do the same, but I had only 3 thoughts in that field.
Thought 1:
and...
Thought 2:
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her [beauty] leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
...
It [beauty] is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
(Khalil Gibran)
3 comments:
salaams
yeah and it dont look like the weather is gonna be as nice when we're there...
oh wellers ...
cant wait!
salaam salaam
W/Salaams
O irony of ironies! If I recall, the same thing happened when I touched down in Edmonton.
BTW, I think someone should tell you this...Our beloved 'Rooq lacks basic phoning skills. Anywho...you gots ta send me your plans and itinerary for the weekend. Y'all going to ISNA? MSA Nationals?
Ma'Salaama
"our beloved 'rooq lacks basic phoning skills"
amen to that!
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