Intent is the cure, Intent is the pain. Not thinking of revenge It’s fruit is bitter, For better, it changes nothing. Think of changing the heart Maybe then, change will begin. Change is but a shadow, the heart’s lead is intention. Change is but a ripple, intention is the deep ocean. No mountain of gold Can nourish the soul, Or mend it with revenge It only turns cold. When it crumbles, Everything falls apart. Sometimes hard to see, Intention— The guide of the heart Intention— The root of the heart's tree, Guides where the roots extend. Nourish it with care With Qur'an, dhikr, Repentance and prayer. It's the rain that leaves drink. But if the roots are rotten, How will the branches Reach for the sky? Without healthy roots, No fruit will ripen. Layers to reveal behind those words you told It’s offensive— but let's set that aside. Consider it first, find the why What purpose does it serve? What is the intention behind your view?. The meaning in the seeds you’ve sown, What lies behind them Can you reflect for your own good? Sooner or later, you will Reap what you sow In someone’s mind, In quiet chambers of someone's heart. In many forms It shapes the world in colors black and white Or rainbows. Sometimes, Intention Creates a tension, A cause Of destruction. But good intention is The form of love. In every root an intention present A cause of everything, often unnoticed but real. Only Judged by Al-Malik The king of kings Not hidden, truly known to him.
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This is (i+) for me, something I’ve been reflecting on as well.
What you sow, you will reap. It frightens me all the time, how dangerous the gift of choice we have been blessed with is.
In hearts, in minds, in whispers of fate. Intention creates, destroys, and defines love itself. And in the end, only Al-Malik knows what truly lies within.
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Been here reading this over and over again. You have captivated me.