Salaam Alaikum My Beloved,

As I lay here in the slowly creeping light of the morning, I think about you. You are eternally on my mind. It seems as if I cannot remember a time when  you were not inside me, as past, present, and future all hazily, liike fog, obscures and I no longer can make the distinction of when you first came to me. You are no longer a person to me...you are a place. A place that you know has always been there, have never seen, but all the while knowing that you belong there. A place that was imprinted on your soul, so that you would always long for it, search for it, A place like Jennaah! Yes...that is it. When I think of Jennaah, you are intermingled with that thought, that longing, that world of perfection and peace...that place where this is no hurt, only warmth and peace and you standing under that blue, crystal leafed tree, waiting to embrace me. How does such love grow? How does such love capture the light in its crystal leafs and refract it into a dazzling display of breath-taking light and beauty? And how can a small nightengale sit on its branches and take such blinding beauty without bursting into pure energy? I have come close before. That day when that love of Allah coursed through my body and I lay there shaking from head to toe, unable to breath from the overwhelming energy that threatened to overtake me. If you had been there in the room with me I am positive you would have seen the light of that love flowing from my fingers, toes and eyes! I almost burst that day...so much energy!!! The love I have for you takes this form as well...so much of it inside me I think I will explode and instead of feeling love, I will simply become love. This type of love comes at a cost though. I first noticed it in Rumi's works. He had this love as well, but becaus of this over abundance of love and devine energy, there is also its counterpart in the way of deep meloncholy and dispair...because of the physical separation from our creator. The longing, the dispair in which meloncholy plays sweet, sad music in our souls as pearls of longing falls from our eyes , littering the ground around us with their milky white essance, that shimmers beautifully. As we leave a wake of them, that only Allah can see, we continually press forward to shorten the distance between our true love and ourselves...This my love is the same love I feel for you!! It is why i fall into meloncholy and dispair....I am leaving a trail of pearls so that Allah can show you the way to find your lost love.....

Forever Yours
Warrior of Light