I try not to say I know God, that I understand Allah, that the nature of the universe is not a mystery;
but then to myself and in secret I explore the depths and the simplicities in full view of the One who sees the insides of my heart and soul;
and by means of design am provided the tools for excavation.
I scoop up the earth and mud established and concretely cemented, digging for pure, raw reality;
and at some point realize that the slick muck and shining layers are not an illusion.
The hate, the fear, the insipid platitudes along with the hope, compassion and peaceful breath – no more false than the sought for foundation.
All comes from and all returns to the Source.