The soul is your diamond
The rest is glass
Micropoetry
Rowing
Here’s the river
There’s the boat
If you really
Want to go
You had better
Learn to row
Learn to pull
So you can push
And practice till
You hear no whoosh
Or you could paddle
There’s the boat
If you really
Want to go
You had better
Learn to row
Learn to pull
So you can push
And practice till
You hear no whoosh
Or you could paddle
Unhidden
Seek protection
From being oppressed
But seek it much more
From being oppressor
You see, while the former
Would have you distressed
The latter may hide you
From the intercessor
And that’s how you get
Infinitely depressed
From being oppressed
But seek it much more
From being oppressor
You see, while the former
Would have you distressed
The latter may hide you
From the intercessor
And that’s how you get
Infinitely depressed
Broken Fences
Lord, let me find the means to make amends
And let the hearts I’ve broken be repaired
For I see that my salvation depends
On how my wretched tongue and hands have fared
And let the hearts I’ve broken be repaired
For I see that my salvation depends
On how my wretched tongue and hands have fared
Patch It!
Let the lack of knowledge
Qualify your attitude
Patch that hole in your boat
And do it best with gratitude
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
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
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