“Behind the entryway”

In your heart & soul, behind the entryway,

.. there is a warm and delicate spot 

.. where fortunes recollected are kept,

carrying a grin to your lips .. a tear to your eye,

.. what's more, dreams for you to appreciate.

Indeed, in your heart, behind the entryway,

there lie recollections of a time passed by,

.. an extraordinary moment, a caring word,

.. an idea, held like a delicate embrace,

.. a delightful smile, there for you to recall.

Indeed, in your heart, behind the entryway,

an exceptional spot will consistently be,

.. of exciting trips .. far behind in the past,

.. of a period spent sitting unobtrusively,

.. having known the joy of one's organization.

Indeed, in your soul, behind the entryway,

friends & family never fail to remember,

.. to remind you from where you came,

.. also, direct where your fate lies,

recall forever their confidence in you.

Indeed, in your heart, there is an entryway,

where cherishing companions come wooing,

with great affection to comfort you,

.. also, offer delicate useful tidbits,

to support you in this period of scarcity.

Indeed, in your heart, behind the entryway,

.. recall as the seasons

.. keep in mind, dreams resemble seasons

.. coming, going ..

.. life will go on ..

Similar to the sun, you will smile once again .. with radiance.

Indeed, in your heart, behind the entryway,

.. you have a warm and exceptional spot,

.. to recall every one of those prized moments.

Try not to neglect .. what is held in your hands.

For certain fantasies are simply lost in the idea,

They gradually disappear like a dusty breeze.

.. Coming .. going .. and then they are gone.

In any case, dreams are not intended to be that way.

Dreams can be genuine and convincing,

The solid & submitted ones will not sleep.

Try not to close your own entryways,

.. go on and follow your fantasies .. your dreams.

God will stroll with you & when you sit down,

He will look after you.

At the point when you awaken .. He will bless you.

.. by Omar Farooq ..

This beautiful poem inspired me .. reminded me of our fragility & the fractal state of humanity

*We are as “human onions” .. born into a hurting world

Our outer skin .. we show as pearled

But peel it back .. a netherworld

Many layers .. many fears

Many burdens .. many tears

Buried feelings .. hidden scars

Wounded hearts .. lives are marred

See the pride .. in darkness hides

See the walls .. I’ve built inside

See the lies I tell myself

How I practice inner stealth*