Be.

we worked. we got.

we worked harder. we broke. 

we ran. we repented. we got all. 

we were happy. we forgot whom we had repented to. 

we lost all. we repented again.

somewhere in between, we ended up making an equation. 

in smallness of our doing, we shrunk His Giving. 

in smallness of our vision, we shrunk His Grandness. 

in smallness of our will, we shrunk His Will. 

in be, we shrunk His Be. 

we equated the Creator to the creation. 

somewhere in between, I forgot about this canvas. 

Have I ever thought. 

Of this canvas in front of me.

On this canvas is a dot.

The dot is meeting a web. 

A scribbled web. 

The web seem to have particles. 

entangled particles.

particles of Realization of my helplessness. 

particles of Realization of my power. 

Both entangled in the very moment of my own free will. 

My own free will is the web. 

The web mingles with the dot on the canvas. 

The Dot.

The Vibe. 

The Dot sends out the vibe. 

Resonating, shaking and evolving the web. 

the web of my free will. 

Have I ever thought. 

Of this canvas in front of me. 

Where Seeking meets the Seeker. 

Unaware of what it is Seeking.

Where Yearning concludes. 

Unaware of the Yearning's purpose within.

Have I ever thought of the dot.

Where Giver gives. 

Where Healer heals. 

Where Dua, Hope, Will exist. 

Where Be happens. 

Have I ever thought of the Be.

Where He says Be and it is.