Micropoetry

Lonely? How can you be lonely when you’re not alone!
Desperate? How can you despair if you’re able to breathe!
Grieving? Tears for that.
Happy? Laugh and be glad.
Angry? Sit down. Takes the sea to extinguish the sun.
Bored? That’s on you, and we’re done.

You’ve locked yourself inside a cage of gold
And thrown the key into the flaming sun
It’s burning yet you feel the dark and cold
Afraid to see the things you have become

But souls are birds that cages cannot settle
The wings of faith can cut through any metal

You're broken and sad
And feeling quite bad
The tears spring forth from a sigh

Your chest is constricted
Your lips cannot stop
A whimper becoming a cry

This grief comes like rain
And falls where it falls
E'en deserts get their share of showers

Take heart in the faith
That this too shall pass
In seconds or minutes or hours

The prophets were tested
Like no one before
So know that your grief is a trial

Just shukr and hamd
Salawāt galore
Upon him for a little while

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All the world is a sign
That a hope is your way
If the only thing you fear
Is an act where you stray
That displeases the One

With a will that melts glaciers
And freezes the sun
Cling well to that hope
And nurture that fear
Till the journey is done

Come time
Have a seat
Dip your toes
Wet your feet
On the shores
Of Eternity
If you could learn
To bide me

Collateral damage has hues
Of innocent blood
That stains the ivory tower

Keep your hands clean
To make the tower gleam

Paraphrasing in verse a brief talk by Shaykh Amin on the third night of Ramadan 1444

What - he asks instructively -
Is the primary purpose
Of revelation?

There are many:
Reciting it
Teaching it
Citing it
Preaching it
Understanding it
Reaching it
But the primary remains
Reciting it

Reciting it

Tilawah

We’re in Ramadan
The month of the Quran
In which we recite from it
Day and night from it
Till our hearts might thrum it

But then, fasting
Where does that come into it
A feast for the soul that’s been to it
Depriving ourselves
Of food and drink
Suppressing impulses beastly
To channel the angelic status quo
For angels don’t eat nor drink you know

And what does all that starvation do
To you, struggling khalid?
It lightens your soul
And the soul that is light
Can carry the weight of the Word

It’s a heavy Word
It just didn’t come
Easy on the heart of a man
In a cave in Makkah

SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam

But what he endured
Imbued him with Nūr
And by his wasīlah
It floats on our breath till
It rolls off our tongues
Like dew off a petal

Like water it flows

And here in Ramadan
The month of the Quran
In which we recite from it
Day and night from it
Till our hearts might thrum it

The more we recite it
The lighter the soul
And the lighter the soul
Recites it some more

Believers all over
With angelic bearing
Reciting in parts
So the needle of rahmah
Pulling wahy thread
May stitch up our
Broken hearts

We do this as the moon
Waxes and wanes
Through the end in store
When the night comes that measures
A thousand months and more

But a Nūr so intense
Cannot stay disconnected
From creatures of Nūr
Who crave its sweet nectar

So a portal is blown
Through the heavens, its gates
Fly open to pour out
The Nūr on their wings

Thus throng countless angels
To this planet enveloped
By the collective breath
Of believers reciting
Quran, just reciting
Quran, just reciting
Quran

We’re now in Ramadan
The month of the Quran
In which we recite from it
Day and night from it
Till our hearts might thrum it

The fool belittles content
And glorifies form

The trapped belittle form

The trapped fool belittles

The free fool writes
And that for the paltry price
Of goose bumps or victuals

Almost everyone else is cool
Belittling the fool
Or belittling the belittling

While the silent rule 

To see him as the seal of prophethood
Is all the nūr you’ll need to brave the end

Every joy a passing moment
Every grief a passing moment
Every moment gone
Like water
Lost in the whorls of a dream