These foolishnesses pass
And so it was that we closed all the spaces that beckoned our words. And we became frustrated with this vessel that took on the role of selfhood enacting out fear and paranoia and false stories that stuck to our limbs as spiders webs.
As speaker she could not resist the pull of self destruction. And now in those breathless places of the new dawn there is no one to share the silence with for in between her being and mutual resonance her self dances as a ghost.
Sometimes she suffers the compulsion for explanation as if this could heal and build her a new character in the eyes of others. But mostly she knows it is as it is. Meant to be. This open desert. She learns to placate her self as though comforting a child. All is good, these foolishnesses pass.
The night call remains achingly lonely. But now she does not grasp for companionship to solidify and reflect back to her that of her own longing. But instead she sends her words into the crevices of mountains and in the cool darkness waits.
Grief is an essential feature of man in Shariati’s view, and a key for understanding the reason behind man’s appreciation of the “fall season”, “silence” and “sunset”. The “elevated souls” and “deep hearts”, Shariati observes, prefer these times and conditions since, in experiencing them, they feel themselves closer to the end of this world. And why is grief and the feeling of the end of the world an important feature of man? Shariati’s answer is that the limitation of the world is better realized by the souls which have been elevated above it and grief is a manifestation of this realization. These elevated souls also enjoy the states of “intoxication” and “selflessness”, since it is only in these states that
"the many ties that connect them to that which living requires [what is required by living] is broken, and the heavy burden of existence falls off the shoulders of the spirit, and the suffocating and wearisome pressure of being is lightened, and it is only in these moments of weightlessness that the memory of being in exile is forgotten and the ugly face of existing disappears." [Ali Shariati, ‘Kavir’] Abdollah Vakily, 'Ali Shariati and the Mystical Tradition of Islam.' (via indigenousdialogues)