The house of God is as royal
as the highest throne of the world
and as ordinary, as a shop on your street-
You visit it only when you need something.
You stand in-front of the Keeper,
โ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ช๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐, ๐๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฎ๐’
while the helpers (farishtas) wait on standby.
Thereโs a queue outside this shop,
and we all await our turn,
our eyes, full of hopeful light,
our hearts, full of burn.
Thereโs so much to unlearn in this,
and thereโs so much more to learn!
The surrounding commotion, perhaps,
affects our devotion,
‘๐๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ก, ๐๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ก’
disrupt our connection.
The Keeper is all ears to you,
but you are too restless,
so you leave before He addresses you,
and call the scene a mess.
You leave the shop, you leave the street,
and in ignorance you roam.
Unaware, that the Keeper has
already sent your โ๐๐๐๐ง’ home.
– Shereen A. Mir (via Instagram)
Aye Sheen, how are we doing?!?
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