The House of Pure Souls - عالم ارواح

- Rumi

“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,

and I intend to end up there” #mood

Sometimes I imagine our souls playing together like sparkling butterflies in a field in a sun filled valley between mountains. But where does the mind/body end and where does the soul begin? We don’t have souls, we are souls.

It is said that every person we’ll ever meet or have met in this world is the result of a previous encounter in the realm of souls, where the human essence is stored for deployment and resurrection.

The next time I interact with someone, it’s worth wondering, what did they say to me in a previous world that allowed them to join up with us again in this beautiful prison.

As a Mongolian looking child in a Desi dominant family, I’ve always had a slight sense of lacking when it comes to belonging. Peoples bodies are a facade to the more interesting set of possible ideals and values held deep within. This is where true belonging and community is found, not in abstract notions of race or national identity. It isn’t just me, but everyones going through some sort of challenge as it pertains to belonging and feeling valued, no matter how great things seem to be going.

Give hugs and spread love.

It’s from الله