Time lowered me,
then lowered me,
then lowered me,
then lowered me,
until it was said Ali and Muawiya.
― Imam ‘Ali, may God ennoble his countenance (via
torabestan)
I am smiling at myself today
There’s no wish left in this heart
Or perhaps there is no heart left
Free from all desire
I sit quietly like Earth
My silent cry echoes like thunder
Throughout the universe
I am not worried about it
I know it will be heard by no one
Except me.
There’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
Prayer starts when it ends
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine
