God is love. Not a distant, echoing sentiment, but an ocean pulsing within every grain of existence, a tide we ride upon with each rising and falling breath. We, finite specks of consciousness, dance on the crests of His waves, mere droplets caught in the infinite flow of His being.
He exists, and in His existence, all else becomes a shimmering reflection. No rigid boundaries delineate the divine ocean, for creation is not a product, but a continuous embrace, a "Be, and it is" woven into the tapestry of time. No brushstrokes mark the canvas, no hammer shapes the clay; God unfolds with the spontaneity of a whispered wish, a silent symphony orchestrated by love.
Words like "creation" fall short when describing this divine dance. We imagine hands crafting, minds conceiving, yet Allah's artistry transcends such limitations. He is not a sculptor chiseling mountains, but the very heartbeat of the mountain itself, the pulse of every atom, the vibrant hum of existence.
"He says, 'Be, and it is': He is in every becoming." He whispers life into the bud, paints the petals with sunlight, and carries the whisper of leaves on the wind. He celebrates in the newborn's cry, mourns in the falling tear, and dances in the rhythm of the seasons. Silence is His language, not an absence, but an overflowing fullness, a presence so vast it cannot be contained in words.
And we, like the wind, are mere echoes of His breath. We swirl and soar, carrying whispers of His love, brushing against leaves, caressing faces, carrying seeds of hope and wonder. We are not separate, but threads woven into the divine tapestry, expressions of the boundless flow of His being.
In this understanding, fear dissolves. There is no "us" and "Him," only an eternal embrace, a boundless love that flows through all things. We are not adrift, but held, cradled in the palm of His creation, carried forward by the tide of His love.
So let us dance, breathe, and be. Let us be the wind, the whisper, the echo of His infinite love. Let every heartbeat be a silent "thank you," every breath a prayer, every moment an ode to the boundless ocean of love that calls us home.
For in the end, there is only love. And we, drops in the waves, are nothing less than an outpouring of that sacred essence.
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