When I get in my bed and try to feel my heart, it is so clean, so nice, so colorful, so organized.
Its voice is spirit. I always have secrets, great stories of bright days and of dark nights filled with small and smaller stars that seem to love me and point to me. I am filled with these visions. They make me proud and happy.
This is the natural thing for a pure heart, to do its duties with full honesty. Without any neglect. Full of care and order and inspiration.
When I get in my bed I hear my heart’s sound and grow calm.
And then, in the morning, I open my eyes and face the sunshine, the shadow of trees, the noise of the robin and other birds, the sound of water. Both day and night are the greatest times. This is natural. This is spirit.
I am sorry not all humans can share these feelings.
Many seek only their own benefit, to earn money, more and more every day. They don’t take care of that other life, the life of the spirit. They do not care for our Lord’s blessing. They waste others’ rights, and even play with others’ lives. Some just hurry and hurry, doing their chores, cleaning, cooking, living out the tired schedule of daily life.
So when I get in my bed, I hear my heart. And sometimes it is so sad. With tears in my eyes I fall to sleep and wish, inshallah, that everyone may have a comfortable life. A life full of spirit.
Best love to all humans.
By Mina T.
Photo: Steve Beckwith / Space Telescope Science Institute