Possibility

Life in this world; four walls, three-dimensional. Soaked in sorrow and pain seems like the rain is against us. No touches from God this smoky mirror telling me untruths and extraordinary exaggerations. They told me I told a lie when I said it was possibility. The idea. Morphed and broken down to fit in between these walls. The box we call illusion. And when I close my eyes I can see the light travel, I board…in the back while the chimney smoke clouds my vision. My dreams unseen, unheard, untouched. But they said it was a lie! If they could see the possibility. Never mind the ink stained books, the crosses, the rugs. Kneeling on knees in this 3 dimensional cage where the birds speak but not to us. The trees they caress the wind and whisper their secrets but not to us. In between these four walls I must break free, in the world of possibility! You call it your heaven or paradise where everything you never imagined is…Being. The idea takes form! I know, I’ve told no lies when I was sucked back in the box. When my eyes opened and the feel of my tangible flesh became apparent, apparently they aren’t seeing! They aren’t hearing my words. Mind and spirit tainted from the smoky chimney, telling lies and using permanent ink to scar the spirit, same ink in those books. But I saw, I saw the world above this hell Im trapped in. The fiery worlds of God, and His creation…connected…One. And the trees there are loving, kind, and we exchange life from my spirit to her and her spirit to me. All in one breathe, One. But here on this 3^rd rock; 3 dimensional they tell me I don’t know God. How audacious? How incomplete we must be. Can he not see that he is me? I am him, and he is her…connected. And you busy yourself with fear and manipulation while the illusion grows thicker, we have refused to clear the smoke. You then have stricken me, rendered me a victim lost, and nonbelieving but all the while it was you! It was you who disbelieved in the possibility. The idea. Unconsciously you gave in, trying to pull me back in the box with you so yes I ran…ran into the light and I traveled. To the fiery worlds of God and He knew me there. We were together in that place that I shall return to, where the birds they speak to us, and the trees tell me their secrets. The wind loves me and caresses me. No lies, no deceit. Life in this world; four walls, three-dimensional. The big bang! In the world of possibility, the idea.

Hanifah Abdul Khaleeq