Some Lights

I’ve seen all sorts of Lights, felt, heard, dreamt of them. I've dreamt of an all-encompassing Light, a Great White Canvas, fielding the cosmos, enjoining creation within itself, living breathing hues of colors flickering under Suns, enjoining creation with the Light of the true Reality. I was a heartbeat of blue in an immeasurable One, I felt one with All, whelmed ecstasy. I’ve remembered a different kind of Light, a flickering festival of lights diffusing the white light of Reality, I remembered teachers patiently familiarizing my classmates and me of the shapes we’ll encounter when we join material creation from our comfortable stay in the middle grounds, between the Real and our world. There's a different light I've felt, heard, and seen whispers of, a primordial fire of an all-colorful Sun, much more familiar, warmer, than all these other lights, older it seemed too. It beat ever so faintly in some, and a blazing fire in others, a pulse of sustained existence granted from the Forge of Living Creation; I haven't quite understood this light yet. It spoke of the embrace of ancestors, yet it felt much older than life here on earth, like this sustaining heartbeat, much like the life on all other worlds, owed their breath to the same source of life. Life across and before the stars. I see its ribbons tethering the hearts of passersbys and lovers alike, between parents and children, ribbons, that know neither of distances nor the time it takes to cross them. Ribbons that rip hearts apart when they break or tear, when death relocates our loved ones and we have to patiently wait till our hearts find the new ribbons that bind us to them in death. This fire, preserved our stories, all of ours, stories of ancient seafarers sailing towards the horizon, where the stars meet the sea, the spirit of humanity remembers us all, it defies oblivion and makes a Home for ourselves, a mutual promise, a guiding hand pushing history along, the project of life (still going strong!) under the sun, until the final day, when we stand for judgment, until our return to the Eternal light of the Real, to Allah, until we all return home.