To be free
Being deeply loved by
someone new, known in virtual communication give me a strength; loving someone
deeply gives me courage. Even though it just an illusion, illusion under the red light of sunset at the dry desert.
Freedom and love go
together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, .... then it is just a trade of love and it is not love.
To love is not to ask anything in return, not
even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can
know freedom to love or to be loved.
Kindness in loving words
creates confidence and kindness in thinking of falling in-love creates
profoundness and kindness in giving
creates love.
These are theater of scenery,
not the soap opera, who is immune to any form of reality change. This is the
spirit, the expression of eternal being.
You know my children, Death is as sure
for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead….. birth is the
beginning of process to the stage of death..... for me.... death mean alt .... to meet and together again with my lovely wife.
When the divine being is
emphasized to the believer in the form of the true faith in this world.
But when the veil is lifted in
the other world, the dogma gives way to
knowledge by direct vision of authentic faith, capable of spiritual vision as
the beginning of an ascending movement after death.
The faith that I am worthy
and that all my needs will be met. Not believing faith create the
birth of desire to becomes greed.
When I die to meet you in paradise, I wish all our children pray for us,
in remembrance to what we had done, to what we had said , to what we had share
together, to what we had had falling in-love ……….and we will meet again i front of the gate of heaven, InshaAllah.
My children, don’t sing a sad song, don’t
play a sad flute and don’t do anything triggering
your tears drop, instead pray for us , your dad and mom please.
I'm the one that has to die whenever
my time called me as written when I was
in my mom, so let me left my life, the way I was written to.
Whenever I die..... to be free......, My children......just keep praying for me, for your mother…… just to remember
…. Once we were in your heart....... and I will meet my beautiful lover who waiting fro me in front of the gate of paradise.
It's not what's happening
when die, or what has happened in past life that determines where to go........ It's just free from being lonely...... just freedom to go to other world..
Instead it is the result
of what we have done …. Good or bad , what we focus
on good or bad….., what things mean to us
….
Good or bad ….and what we have
been doing, determines our ultimate destiny…….. heaven or hell.
Once my soul surrendered
completely to Allah, it was written that
soul will experience for the first time
absolute freedom from the worries, problems and ills of this world.
Thousands of people die
every seconds, while thousands and thousands of people around are celebrating, singing, dancing, ecstatic,
drunk with the divine.
My personal life has been
given to me to create to love you, my lovely wife, to rejoice, and
to celebrate and to pray, to do good things with my love setting up a good example to our children..... growing up strongly like a beautiful wild orchids flower in forest
In life, I once cry and weep, I had
miserable moment when I was lonely and I
once celebrate, I once meet the ultimate celebration , beyond the circle of birth and death.
Yesterday is history…. Remember……tomorrow
is mystery but decide and think that tomorrow shall be wiser than today.
Tomorrow shall be livelier than today and tomorrow shall
be younger than today and fresher than today.
Tomorrow of course, will be older than today, tomorrow will be less courage, but tomorrow will be more experienced….. tomorrow death
will come closer
Death might happen after
this moment or what has happened in your past that determines who you become....... and i knew, my dear.... you have been waiting for me at the gate of paradise......., just wait for me..... I will be there
Syafuan Gani
July 2012
Doha, Qatar
i love this essay, it remind me about death thanks, bro keep it up
ReplyDeletehi.. my name is vera latrova, an ukranian girl... working in middle east too.
ReplyDeleteby coincidently, i found your blogger and find that your essay are very interesting
All your essay seems about love, nature, life and death
I like it your essay are closed to poetry.... very nice indeed.... you are good using the words to express your feeling
if you don't mind, i will love to read and comment as i am a poetry lover.
best regards
vera
lovely essay i adore you, blogger
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