The Albatross

This is the albatross…

Our imaginations are like this; abnormally large wing spans, resting infrequently if at all for many trips around the earth, sleeping in flight, heart only racing when it lands… monogamous, faithful to it’s own solitude and stillness – as no other living thing could sustain such speed and endurance without as much movement as a pulse in a thin vein. Anything but that preserved by the divine, falls into fanaa… baqaa > unity, unicity, unification…mm.

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