What is the nature of sin but the thirst in the smell of wine or the hunger in the smell of food?
And when the trivial is over, these people rest in solitude and their thoughts play endlessly with the chasm.
And they hope they bury the chasm.
For there are many different opportunists living many different lives.
They wonder how such fortune can come to them.
Those humble, those passionate like the moon having gone over the hilltops only to sink in the lap of the boundless horizon; like a pearl in one of God’s hands; the sword in the other; warm and alive; crowded with faith, hope and love.
Just like a father when children are released.
Their curiosity is every calm’s adversary.
But their music mixes with the essence of the true Self.
Can they see the little road ahead?
Hadi Atallah 
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