It’s alright, son
I know it makes you sad
But acting like an idiot
Isn’t even half as bad
As being one
I know
Enough’s Enough
You look in the mirror
And see your reflection
But then there’s another
Large mirror behind you
You chase down reflections
And get to the last one
That last one you found there
While trying to find you
Yes, that one. No, THAT one
That’s tending to zero
You know you can’t see it
Although it can see you
It’s laughing at you
Tree
Forbidden tree
Forgetful mind
A devil’s plot
In a scheme Divine
What is, is not
What is not, is
Son of Hātim
The scholars give their volumes up to hear The warriors their arms that they may touch The children all their toys to just be near This man. No man was ever loved so much. And now ‘Adiyy bin Hātim son of Tayy Of line defining generosity Found himself in Madinah standing by A grandmother who kept his company He watched him standing on the dusty way Conversing with that frailness bent with years Unhastening despite the long delay Attending reassuring calming fears ‘Adiyy received more than he ever gave Came looking for a king and found a slave
Whale
Inside the beast
Within the sea
How near the sound
Of prophet’s plea
What is, is not
What is not, is
Baby
Their dancing tongues
In faithless cheeks
The mother, silent
The infant speaks
What is, is not
What is not, is
Yāsīn
ʿAlīy remains,
No fear about.
Yasīn, on a breath of
Yasīn, steps out.
What is, is not.
What is not, is.
Snake
The staff is a snake
The messenger flees
“Musa, don’t fear”
Returns it with ease
What is, is not
What is not, is
Foot Soldier
An army of lies
Behind Jalūt,
Submitting foot soldier
And a pebble of truth.
What is, is not.
What is not, is.
Zāhid
You could reject the pleasures you’re allowed
Or be the slave embracing every gift
For sacrifice is clearly about
The quality of everything you give
The love Khaleelullah had for his son
Is why his love was honored by The One