"Give life to your hearts by laughing rarely, and purify them with hunger, for they will thereby become clear and soft. " Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him)
RAMADAN POEMS...Ramadan Mubarak...!
A New Light
You cannot bend back the sunflower
from the glowing light of the sun,
nor a moth headed straight to the flame,
you cannot seize its invisible reins,
nor the reed blown by the Eastern breeze,
whispering, bowing, to The Truth, The Mighty.
It was ordained and ordered as it was with me...
No - you cannot change my creed.
Belief was planted - so heed the seed.
For indeed - my heart does see.
Protected by lids of flesh, divine layers,
where it lies in peace - falsehood cannot breathe.
Truth lives, and is free...I'm keen to your deceit
But Rot cannot penetrate its certainty.
All praises to The Protector.
Allah.
Alham-du-lillah!
For your guidance and for you I pray...
O simple minded human being made from clay - what you say
cannot make me sway,
Only! If Allah wills.
The Answer to 'Why?'
It's as if someone grabbed me by the shoulders
turned me around,
and said: "Look!"
To my surprise - I was off the straight path, into the weeds, and into the jungle - dark and unclean...
With no true guide, only using my sensory inclinations to decide - leaving me empty inside...
reaching out feeling nothing...swiping at risk and Satan's treasures,
only to have them disappear before sunrise - always melting before my eyes...
never full, never lasting - living on desire - jumping from low branches and then to high,
In that swivel, in that rotation, in that life transformation - a SNAP that was clean
I saw in that 180 turn a way in which I had not seen...
How to describe?
Sureness - peacefulness - the scavenger hunt was over.
Oh if you hadn't grabbed me by the shoulders,
nor nourished my heart?
Where would I be?
How to thank you for the clarity
sirat al mustakim...!
the purest path on which to start.
Submission to You...For You my heart.
For the Heart
The four chambers of the heart ...nourish the flow and ebb between...
give and take and take and give.
Bending to the will of The Unseen
and yes, it's true - that they know
they don't control the ebb and flow.
The body they serve to feed...
they cleanse and purify indeed!
The body does not fight the rush
of richness through the veins,
"STOP!"...it does not say to hush,
the pounding profound parade
Ourselves?
we trust
in it...
Divine!
What became before the brain or spine...?
Beating alone in an echoed womb...
be! - and there we were...
Be!
Yes...
How to...?
Be...goodfirmsoftlighttrueopenhumble...?
My heart never betrays -
on and on it beats my path...and yet it's me who chooses to stray!
And when I struggle to breathe in harms' way - my heart struggles harder to keep me alive...
(Support from where? Did you yourself decide to give ease to the flowing tides?
From where does its power arise? Contemplate...without compromise.)
It pumps on and on - in chambers - in song...with mercy that fills the space.
So when in doubt of your own heart...listen for the soundness of its make...
and know there in every breath or step or road that you choose to take,
Rely on it! For it has carried you through...no matter what there was at stake,
Oh believer, take a deep look at your heart -
What will you do - for its sake?
Mecca
In the center.
In the heart.
There was a drum.
That started beating.
Rippling dust.
Of this world.
Through the -
crystallized atmosphere.
Lean in closer.
Ear tilted to hear.
It is here.
Where we turn.
Round together.
Facing One.
And the same.
The One with many Names.
Find us.
Here.
In our Heart.
Of Mecca, (Come to yearn)
Far or Near. (Come to learn)
My Heart Sees.
The Truth.
You and Him. (Mecca awaits!)
It is clear. (It's your turn.)
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