upon impact

It seems like just yesterday when I lamented at Ramadan coming to a close, and now here I am- at the almost half way mark of a new Rama[dawn] (get it? man. oh man. I’m punny! ha! okay, dork alert. whatever.)

The emptying process of the heart is hard. I’m listening for the whispers of how to continue – the how to keep going. inspiration.

It feels like a big ice cream scooper has been taken to my insides. a really big one. scooping it all out. scraping out all the edges – all the nooks and crannies.

Allah has said be-
and so I am.

and now it feels like I hear:
be nothing. no one.
to become everything- everyone.

I’ve stopped swimming.
I’ve given up floating.
I am deep sea diving.
dangerously driven and oxygen deprived-
to reach…
the water.
to be close to the water.
to become water.
the goal is where I already am.