Of a dream, of love, of Sunnah

I dreamed some nights ago in which everything was covered in the darkness of night. i saw a a gang of three children advancing somewhere. i intercepted them and as i came close to them, i observed the youngest one, the most beautiful one. i felt a desire out of my heart, out of love to meet and greet him; so i approached him and like my Prophet cradled him in my arms and tried to kiss him on his cheeks to fulfill, as i said, a natural desire. I kissed him on his right white, fluffy, creamy cheek. But one kiss couldn't suffice. i kissed him, i kissed him again, and i kept trying to kiss him the best way i could until that dream was over, but the fragrance, the awe, the feeling of that most pure form of love is still persistent somehow, no matter how dim... (My bureaucratic instinct tells me that it should made be as a public policy to kiss every child an elder may find on a street, otherwise s/he be punished for being too human.)

When i woke up, i realized, firstly, the usefulness of two lips; secondly, about this particular sunnah (or way) of Prophet Muhammad. (He kissed children walking in streets. Cradled them in his arms, conversed with them, and showed his love for these spiritual teachers, as Hamza Yusuf calls them.) How supreme the sunnah of my Prophet, the Leader of the Poor. Now i weep, I weep for how ignorant i've been of his way, his way of love; now i feel and appreciate the rank of the Prophet, now i understand his Message. Of living according to our fitra. May Allah keep us attached to the way of Prophet, may we become like him...