Pseudo sweet, not at all a pleasant treat.
The vegetation of truth not at all discrete.
Accepting Truth is like eating a medicated, yet, rotten, Apple…it is awful, but, good for you.
As it masticates & circulates, throughout the body, it causes pain & it makes your face blue.
You begin to choke, and, cough, out of guilt of sins-past…you pretend that Truth is not present.
Acknowledgement of one’s flaws & wrongs helps one to heal…but, stubbornness yields dissent.
You develop a head-cold of anxiety, for not eating the fruit of truth, which will set you free.
You’d rather have severe-sinusitis, to congest your own good-sense, as opposed to liberty.
We’re all better off enduring the taste of truthful-fruit; oftentimes the best things tastes the very worse.
But, if we ignore our problems, deny the solutions, we’ll just waste away, the clearest sign of a curse.
Let us not ever attempt to bury what must not, at any time, be hidden.
Not allowing Truth to permeate our being is what Allah has forbidden.
When we reject the fruit of truth, and devour the the unhealthy, fattening, flesh of denial, the carcass that we’ve self-seasoned, with the spices in the cabinets of our own devices, it will never, properly, digest.
We need only turn to Allah, our divine-dietitian, whom has shown us the proper ways to consume; but, the Devil is always in our vulnerable ears, tainting our minds & hearts; we must put his whisper to rest.
Some may question, “What price Honesty?”…you need only to sternly utter, “Every penny.”.
People will inquire, “How many are willing to pay?”…the unfortunate answer is, “Not many.”.
When our bodies become swollen, cold, and round, when we can no longer hear the sound of our own heartbeat…
…Then, we’ll realize how silly we were, for not heeding to the divine prescription, a cureful benediction, this is defeat.
We could’ve, should’ve, been spiritually-healthy.
That is the sign of whether someone is wealthy.
But, instead of eating the fruit of truth, the vegetation of honesty, we had settled for that fast-food lifestyle, which promoted us to be sinful couch-potatoes, our lives ending like this is a tragedy.