Mr Barzakh Fitarh Ullah : There is a hand within me, Attached to an compass.
It is like a marker of consciousness, Attached to my carnal carcass.
It is not straight like twelve o clock, But slightly slanting on right like alif.
This slanting of right consciousness, Is the singular cause  of my geet ghazal and grief.
Only in the level of Fanafillah.
Where I am everything I am Allah.
It is there in the zero function.
Where the cause and the effect, Creates the delayed suspension.
Where there is no past or future apart from now.
Where ID ego and super ego, all are the  calf the bull and the cow.
But compass of consciousness of awaken state.
And who tells you about the awaken state,
Yes it is the state when not Allah, But men writes his own fate.
But in Fanafillah.
Where the cubicle and triangular all is the circular Gullah.
There ego temporarily disconnects from super ego, And surrenders to the innate intuitive ID.
There without hate malice or greed.
In the placid pool of self love.
As for spermatozoon to have and to hold is to grab.
It is like drop returns to ocean and realizes its infinite capacity.
But the marker of consciousness returns in awaken state,With measures of self credibility.
And in the awaken state a creature learns the basics of the creations settings.
And the settings are the self and the surroundings.
All apart all is Allah.
La ilaha illel la, Muhammadur Rasulullah.          

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