We tend to be extravagant With time we’ve hoarded, drawn and spent On things we do not need at all And happiness that came and…

If ever you feel good about Yourself, then you had better know The devil’s got you, there’s no doubt; You see he’s made from fire,…

My heart is at the rawdah Moistened by the longing Eye that hasn’t seen yet knows The sweetness of belonging

Careful, when you speak Of a saying of the prophet That is classified as weak. The hadith isn’t weaker, Not at all, than such a…

Truth: The surface of a lake, Still, at rest; Stir to wake; The ripples are for us Who do not see it.

words can burn scar and maim even slay all the same spirits cringe at the game of a tongue taking aim sticks and stones break…

look for the moment wind and bough here and now faithful companions quiet submission

A dweller in the garden Rises from a resting place Leaves, a patch of verdant green In a solitary trace Rise in glory Breathe in…

Let the morning sunshine Wash the golden petal, Strengthen stalk for wind and dew That seeks a leaf to settle. One, the source of sunshine,…

There is no procreation In paradise; it’s where Eternal is companionship For those who flourish there. And herein lies the irony Within the devil’s snare:…