A Not So Turkish Life

Morning prayer

It’s before the sun, before the day. It is the sun; is the day.
The crispness of the water on a body warm from sleep. The waking of thoughts for a mind calmed with dream.
It’s the inner most nothingness of all that I feel, it’s the outermost action to strive toward my goal.
The ritual motion, repeated within;
an intimate sense of being,
the completing of the whole.

(..and when your prayers are ended, remember God standing, sitting, and lying down.(4:103))

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This entry was published on 07/15/2011 at 07:35 and is filed under Life and Faith. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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