Browsing my Flickr photostream and others' as well makes me wonder when will I go again for tembak-ing pictures. It has been ages since I last 'played' with my sister's Nikon D40. I wish I can have a slr camera on my own. HAHA. To me, their amazing photos are simply 'annoying' as if jealousy can't stop following me everywhere. Therefore, I am looking forward to turquoism's to bring back the mood of capturing great moments. I must go to the beach. Imagine yourself enjoying a beautiful scenery of such beautiful crystal clear turquoise water and soft white coarse sand.. Ahhhhhhh! I need a family vacation to Perhentian Island, Terengganu ! Or mana-mana lah, but not PD. Hahahaha.
Credits to Rauda. The beautiful scenery of Perhentian Island.
God, I know 'this' is going to be a long and arduous journey in purifying the 'bad' soul in me. A slave that has no power to do anything over your Hand but still needs your Guidance and Spirit. A slave that only wants to please your Beloved ones in order to get your Love. A slave that knows nothing what will her destiny be, for the forthcoming time. Alas, such barriers and circumstances are going to remain unveiled from her knowledge as she is only your slave. As she is no one without you. So..
Touch her Heart. Guide her. Show her your Path. Choose her.
(just clarifying things that have no connection to anybody else whatsoever.)
There is one thing in this world you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there’s nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life.
It’s as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don’t do it, it’s as though a priceless Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat. It’s a golden bowl being used to cook turnips, when one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suitable pots. It’s like a knife of the finest tempering nailed into a wall to hang things on.
You say, “But look, I’m using it. It’s not lying idle.” Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? For a penny an iron nail could be bought. You say, “But I spend my energies on lofty projects. I study philosophy and jurisprudence, logic, astronomy, and medicine.” But consider why you do those things. They are all branches of yourself and your impressiveness.
Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give yourself to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. If you don’t, you’ll be like the man who takes a ceremonial dagger and hammers it into a post for a peg to hold his dipper gourd. You’ll be wasting valuable keenness and forgetting your dignity and purpose.
Chapter Twenty-Two : Lord of The Heart : The One Thing You Must Do, Rumi : The Book Of Love : Poems of Ecstasy and Longing by Coleman Barks