My first love was architecture, and it was the art to which I thought I would commit the rest of my life, but the world moved me away to things more word-centred rather than drawings-centred.

Sacred geometry is the language of our Universe; it is geometric balance, bringing calm to everything, and so I believe it to be the visual embodiment of everything, but of Justice mostly.

Muslim architecture – rooted in and beginning at the fountain, from which everything flows outwards, and is meant to be a reflection of life itself (water at the heart of all things), is my favourite because it speaks most to sacred geometry. Below are cymaglyphs created from the fundamental resonant tones of some of the planets –

See? Sacred geometry. Everything is perfect. Not magic, and not illusion, but balanced perfection.

Today, while speaking with someone, I realized that many of us treat others in the way we wish to be treated. Which is our way of attempting to create a sacred geometry of our immediate ecosystem(s).

I’ve always said that the amount of respect we extend to others, is a direct reflection of the respect we carry for ourselves. I just don’t know why I’d never realized that most of us treat others as we wish to be treated. It’s such a simple concept, and I completely missed it because I’ve instead focused on ‘hurt people hurt people,’ which though is true…

I think maybe more often than not, maybe ‘hurt people treat people better than how they’ve been treated because that’s their prayer for being treated with the same softness they’re extending.’

Which I think is more reflective of sacred geometry, anyway. Violence met with violence simply creates more of the same, and that’s imbalance. But violence met with gentleness may result in offsetting the violence and instead creating balance. Maybe? Let me know what you think.

After a challenging first couple of months to this new year, I’m back to running, the gym and my winter commitment to sauna as often as possible. A small heaven in these winter months.

Sacred balance is finding me again slowly.

I’ve finally come up for air without the possibility of slipping under again. inshallah, ya Rab.

My hopes for you, dear readers are the same as the hopes I have for myself this year – that you are surrounded by poetry, human and word. That you are safeguarded from others as equally as yourselves. May only those who will elevate you, find you, with the gentle reminder that every human is a portal. Be very careful of where you let them take you, my loves.

This world is a trial. In this purification, may we find moments of breathtaking beauty, and may our passion for everything always root back to compassion and understanding as much for others as for ourselves; when we drop this ball, may we pick it faster and faster each time and hold on a little tighter.

I hope that we find moments of so much peace and calm that they heal the most harmed parts of us.

Thank you, love you, owe you for reading me still. Your messages lift my heart daily.

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