There is a force within that gives you life. Seek that.
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside
I am so close, I may look distant.