[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, “Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don’t care.” End text.]
There is a notion that the whole universe was created out of God’s love for the Prophet. Whatever exists—nobility, humility, beauty—are all gifts from him, shadows of him, inasmuch as they were manifested through Muhammad. It is even said that all roses used to be white, but that when celestial roses saw Muhammad’s beauty during his ascension, they blushed in the Prophet’s presence—hence pink and red roses.
“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”
ON EVERYDAY - 1. “Supper” by Garrison Keillor // (2)// (3) // 4. Bonfire Opera: Poems by Danusha Laméris (2020) // (5) // 6. “The Orange” by Wendy Cope // 8. “A Good Day” by Kait Rokowski // 9.Midnight Chicken & Other Recipes Worth Living For by Ella Risbridger (2019) //
“Small delights – a clear winter sunset through the natural iron grillwork of black trees, a street lamp shining through ice-encased branches, blue sky glittering, and sun on ice-crusted snow. Loveliness, loveliness.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’”
