Let the lack of knowledge
Qualify your attitude
Patch that hole in your boat
And do it best with gratitude
Boring
I’ve sometimes found that wisdom
Makes itself at home
On the softest sigh
In a droning tone
Where no colors fly
And seconds turn to stone
Seeking out its seekers
If you’re found
You’ll stick around
Makes itself at home
On the softest sigh
In a droning tone
Where no colors fly
And seconds turn to stone
Seeking out its seekers
If you’re found
You’ll stick around
Gallery
Enter your gallery
And look around
At all the paintings
Of everything by you
If anything, why, you
Must tear it all down
But wait, leave the walls
Better than you found them
Flatter than silence
Cleaner than light
Exit your gallery
Just slink away
Rouse no suspicion
Bounce for no fight
But, mind
Don’t leave the trash
Behind
And look around
At all the paintings
Of everything by you
If anything, why, you
Must tear it all down
But wait, leave the walls
Better than you found them
Flatter than silence
Cleaner than light
Exit your gallery
Just slink away
Rouse no suspicion
Bounce for no fight
But, mind
Don’t leave the trash
Behind
Sun
Think how much barakah lies in
A word that keeps the sun
Away from the horizon
The day that Yusha’ won
Is just a sign we rise in
The shadow of the sun
A word that keeps the sun
Away from the horizon
The day that Yusha’ won
Is just a sign we rise in
The shadow of the sun
It’s Simple
I often host thoughts complicated
And think my intellect a curse
Then find that the more complicated my thoughts
The more complicated my verse
And the more complicated the tools I employ
Entertaining my guests symbiotic
Thank God for them who remind me there’s nothing
Complicated ‘bout being idiotic
And think my intellect a curse
Then find that the more complicated my thoughts
The more complicated my verse
And the more complicated the tools I employ
Entertaining my guests symbiotic
Thank God for them who remind me there’s nothing
Complicated ‘bout being idiotic
Thaw
Let warm istighfār
Melt icy stubbornnesses
Into submission
Melt icy stubbornnesses
Into submission
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5 upon the floor
They all serve 1:
2 4 4 3 4
A riddle by the sun
They all serve 1:
2 4 4 3 4
A riddle by the sun
Pour
Hearts and minds
Created as signs
The greater the pressure
The more they withstand
Time and space
Created for Grace
The more Nūr you pour in
The more they expand
Created as signs
The greater the pressure
The more they withstand
Time and space
Created for Grace
The more Nūr you pour in
The more they expand
Wandering
Come now heart
Don’t wander
But if you must
Don’t squander
The chance to stop
And wonder
At what came of
Each blunder
Don’t wander
But if you must
Don’t squander
The chance to stop
And wonder
At what came of
Each blunder
Times and Place
There are times for grit
And times for grace
And times for red-turbaned
Swagger and pace
But to know the time
Know your place
And times for grace
And times for red-turbaned
Swagger and pace
But to know the time
Know your place