Spontaaneus, sponte sua, can be dangerous to freiheit if the millisecond decision of the moment breaks habits.
“Waiting for disaster?”
“Why yes, we Weegurs in the Schul-Gulag anxiously anticipate an earthquake, although an invading horde shall do, or Korona v. to free us.
Only two klasses: the poor and the rich, the middle are the poor and rich in spontaneous spontaneity.”
Some are so obsessed with tribulations that the ease of contentment in the Garden is so foreign that better kling to the present problems
than suffer the risk of bliss.
For the seera of the Mursal, if the recipe is received,
better be an outcast when the truth hits the clean sheet of papier:
for the baggage-free bloke may become frei to more tangibly take on a new history, other than the official one of normality prescribed coercively when young; and frei to take on another kuntree, push the borders of the nafs to bestow another lingo on it.
Then on to Pythagoras’ spontaneity and a touch of Isadora D. to liven up the stodge of academia, beyond Anabasis and back to Bach for the audio of
listening, listening, listening.
Tout comprendre c’est tout pardonner or alles Verstehen heißt alles Entschuldigen or Capire tutto è perdonare tutto for Gino Cervi
or “better not seek pardon” said Wodehouse, in fleeing indebtedness
for it is nothing other than annihilation into the multifarious aims of all the slaves resulting in silence leading perforce into a question as to whether speaking up is preferable when the latter brings so much turmoil to the ignorant.
Wenn einer in den Spiegel siehet,
ein Mann, und siehet darinn sein Bild, wie abgemahlt;
es gleicht dem Manne.
Augen hat des Menschen Bild,
hingegen Licht der Mond.
Der König Ödipus hat ein Auge zuviel vielleicht.
Diese Leiden dieses Mannes, sie scheinen unbeschreiblich, unaussprechlich,
unausdrüklich.
qul da’iman Allah Allah
ça y est, he thought of the ache to the head
informing him of distance from Him.
The secret is in service
and the healthy moral of the day: the fitra of the mistress
رغم أنف الكهنة
An isolated singularity in prostration to the grey and anaemic world of rights and humanism
came before the judge in an african bled
who asked after his character
to mitigate.
“But I am on my tod” he said, ” without family, friends or tribe”.
“Return then to your land and connect to your blood” for only then will I have an idea of who your are.
SDAQ’s Iskandar was an ear, mouth, tongue, hand’s on man of Allah
Europa, she’s awakening to him.
Only through dhikr of Allah is the heart made tranquil.
The goal of the lover of Sophy is to render it tranquil too.
Whoever does dhikrullah has a tranquil heart.
Transmitting sophy is the goal of the dhaakirun
to those who speak only the language of Sophy
to enable her real tranquillity.