Let warm istighfār
Melt icy stubbornnesses
Into submission
Micropoetry
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
Holding On
Hold on for
As long as you can
So letting go doesn’t feel
Like the end anymore
It’s the start
Of an intricate plan
As long as you can
So letting go doesn’t feel
Like the end anymore
It’s the start
Of an intricate plan
Illumine
In the depths of understanding
Hearts ruminating
Find not understanding
Illuminating
Hearts ruminating
Find not understanding
Illuminating
Afloat
The whirlpool of doubt
And the calm waters
Of certitude
And the calm waters
Of certitude
Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes and let this be
Another opportunity
Just to see if you can see
A little better
Be a shame if you are blind
To the treasures you can find
Once you understand your mind
A little better
Another opportunity
Just to see if you can see
A little better
Be a shame if you are blind
To the treasures you can find
Once you understand your mind
A little better
Seashells
Some words
Like sea shells
Lay beneath
The sands of consciousness
Remaining there in silence
By the shore
That when
Some day
The waves
Of knowledge
Crash upon your beach
Their beauty isn’t hidden
Anymore
Like sea shells
Lay beneath
The sands of consciousness
Remaining there in silence
By the shore
That when
Some day
The waves
Of knowledge
Crash upon your beach
Their beauty isn’t hidden
Anymore
Banquet
The adab of The Host
Who asks no guest
To exit His banquet
But He lets the rebellious
And profane to st(r)ay
In a subtle, Divinely
Elaborate way
Then leave on their own
All on their own
—
Hold fast like a layer
Of moss upon stone
Hold fast
Who asks no guest
To exit His banquet
But He lets the rebellious
And profane to st(r)ay
In a subtle, Divinely
Elaborate way
Then leave on their own
All on their own
—
Hold fast like a layer
Of moss upon stone
Hold fast