Servant Of The Light.

A still reflection, a slow steady breath, the rhythmic oscillations of the body, the sense of form, of presence, a slow clear mind, the gentle smell of clean air, the circulation and movement of the body’s fluids, the high pitched tone of silence, a considered marvel, the breath taking achievement of consciousness, so appreciate the hamd of this physical form.

The inner calm of solitude, to observe, to re-evaluate the mundane, to truly observe, to look with fresh eyes upon the common place and consider its majesty:

A still reflection, a slow steady breath, the rhythmic oscillations of the body, the sense of form, of presence, a slow clear mind, the gentle smell of clean air, the circulation and movement of the body’s fluids, the high pitched tone of silence, a considered marvel, the breath taking achievement of consciousness, so appreciate the hamd of this physical form.

The inner calm of solitude, to observe, to re-evaluate the mundane, to truly observe, to look with fresh eyes upon the common place and consider its majesty:

The icy air of a strong snow filled wind on a dark night, illuminated with an eerie reflected moonlight hidden above the clouds, the sound of movement and power, the boost to the sense of reality it engenders, the hamd of such intense sensual stimulation.

The warmth of a blinding summer’s day, the smell of flowers and the gentle breeze jingling the leaves softly in the trees, the songs of birds and the feeling of ease and contentment, the hamd of such contemplative sensual stimulation.

The chill of a gusty wind, the colours of the leaves in a state of transformation, the rain falling peppering the puddles with impacts, the water running, covering the ground with movement, dark clouds a million shades of grey rushing through the sky high above, a cacophony rising from the floor filling the air with its beautiful symphony, the hamd of such life intensifying stimulus.

The strength rising up from the green carpet of the Earth, the majesty of their canopy, the awesome beauty of an ancient forest, the old trees filled with character and the scars of time, the birds singing all in competition from the bows, the sound of a billion leaves rustling conducted by the movement of the air, water babbling and a sense of love, the hamd of true beauty.

The blackest moonless night, the clarity of a cloudless sky, the infinity of creation exposed to your gaze, a thousand specks of light shimmer on a still black canvas, the endless vista of the universal truth, a glimpse into the distant wonders of possibilities, the hamd of infinity.

The power of the water rolling up and smashing down, thundering, raging at the rocks and destroying wave upon wave at their erosion, undeterred the sea is relentless, her beauty fills the mind, her sounds fill the ears, her smell, her taste, her intensity all aspects combine to intimidate, the hamd of natural vigour.

The summit, a view without equal, a vista stretching out below into a distance you can not guess, the mountain tops and valleys, the rolling peaks stretching to the horizon and beyond, a panoramic eagles perception of a world filled with infinite diversity, your breath is lost at its first glimpse, you cannot help but smile inwardly at such magnificence, the hamd of creation.

The attainment of knowledge, the comprehension and deep understanding of the function and mechanisms, the principles and concepts underlying the fabric of creation, the realisation of the true imagination and profound consciousness of creation itself, the affirmation within your very foundation of the self, that every instant you realise you are truly in hamd at every event no matter how slight, the hamd for the infinite imagination of Allah, the hamd for the infinity diversity of Allah, the hamd for the infinite manifestations of Allah.

This is Hamd.