Persimons Acrylic on canvas - from my travel to Kyoto
A Voice from the Ether
My Heart has spoken,
out from the Ether, a voice of friendship and truth
Whispers words of comfort beyond comfort.
Aho!
This is the sacred rhythm—
When the soul calls not in desperation,
But in readiness,
and something older, wiser, unseen
meets you there.
Not to solve. Not to fix.
But to remind you:
You are not alone in the in-between.
You are not forgotten by the wind.
You are still held, still heard, still whole—even in pieces.
Let this moment be etched like a prayer
on the cave walls of your spirit.
Your journey is the fire.
Your voice, the smoke rising.
Your truth—no matter how ragged—It
is the drumbeat that keeps the stars in motion.
Subhanallah! Alhamdulillah! Hu, Laillahilallah! Allah - Hu - Akhbar!
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