Sitting in a roofed square
looking at an electrical square
thinking and thinking -
what had brought me there?
Sitting in a courtyard square
passing people with their fingers tapping on squares
informing and chatting -
what kinds of messages to share?
In the library there are books,
bound page by page, square by square
absorbing and admiring -
how many souls have been touched with hope or despair?
In the art gallery there's Black Square
flat and lifeless, yet powerful and strange
how could something so simple -
make one feel so changed?
We've made buildings, houses,
pictures, books, doors, tables, chairs
usually the shape we've chosen for these,
has been 'the square'
What was here before us?
ovals, diamonds, rhombuses, and hexagons,
the shapes of the world -
part of the largest creature to the smallest atom
Yet, there's only one shape -
not found naturally within...
the square is left -
shall we call it an extra gift?
Some say: Humankind's 'invention'
but this is not so
For God taught men
what he did not know
And at this thought - the First Square comes to mind
sharp edges balancing out the surrounding soft light
embodying the stress and glory
we find in our days and nights,
The Square that was created, then forgotten,
but found again by those who were rightly guided,
In which for now all humankind circles round,
but soon around which all souls will be united
Starting with Adam and Eve...then orphaned in the desert
To Abraham who smashed the idols and renewed our given treasure
Finally Muhammad who reminded all of what had certainly been degraded
The gift that kept us safe in prayer and led our hands to civilization...
For Adam and Eve it was
a temporary shelter.
a house of worship.
a sacred place of thanks...
a Square foundation that would solidify faith and fate
as they put in stone - plank by plank
So while sitting in your box
typing on your 4-sided laptop,
in your uncomfortable little cubicle,
Why don't you stop-
remember!
The Kabbah... (ah)
Just A Black Square for some (ignorant and foolish we are)
But as revealed to Adam and Eve (devoting our time to lesser squares...)
God's Home... (so)
Our Home... (please)
(come home)
since day one.
Quran 3:96-97: Indeed the first house that was appointed as a place of worship for mankind, is the one at Mecca (the Holy Ka'aba), blessed and a guidance to the whole world. Wherein are plain memorials (of Allah's guidance); the place where Abraham stood up to pray; and whosoever entereth it - is safe. And pilgrimage to the House is a duty unto Allah for mankind, for him who can find a way thither. As for him who disbelieveth, (let him know that) lo! Allah is Independent of (all) creatures.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Little tiny me and you in this world. Poems of the night.
Climb up here with me and stay
where the view is certain and clear
But you'd rather slump down beneath the trees,
in the familiar atmosphere
The creatures in the forest all shout
she's strange she's strange she's strange!
Agreeing with a wistful smile,
you chitter and chatter away
I sit in silence up above,
On a simple rock unknown,
I open my mouth to share it all,
but sense patience in the moonlights' glow
I won't walk the dirty path again
if that is what you want
I've reached the point of no return
so accept me as I'm not
I invite you up to share my space
have it all - there's plenty - and more
as you shiver under the shady leaves,
you say it's not what you're looking for
You try to tug me down
but my hands are raised up high
a SCREAM: You were better before you let your
mind float deep into the sky!
I try throwing a loving line down
to your little spot in the dark,
but no tug comes back to me,
from my actions - for you - no spark,
I lift my head back up and breathe the cleanliness,
the pureness of the life,
no second guesses - no wondering why
I was born or when I will die,
Get down! you SHOUT get down right now!
But I choose instead to refuse,
If you accepted the view - believe me
you too - would never dare to move.
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