Micropoetry

The dawn time silence sings its song
Of one creation all along
The grassy banks and mossy beds
Where yellow rattles toss their heads
Submitting now to witness later
The Sweetnesses of One Creator

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Let every joy be rooted in
 A joy that never dies
 That when the former fades away
 The latter dries your eyes

Love your country dearly
A love never forgotten
But like all loves, don’t spoil it
For then it becomes rotten

I'm not that quick
I'm not that smart
No super skills
No fancy art
But I can sit
And I can wait
For goodness tends
To walk in late

And I can wait

My Lord, how great the sign in every sin
For every sin produces one of two:
A servant humbled by the mess he’s in
Or a wretch preferring darknesses to You

It’s a sign of perfection sublime 
To render all things imperfect 
As one scene of pleasure 
That cools without measure 
A heart that is burned by defect

There’s nothing more active
 Than listening
 Be totally racked if
 You miss a thing
 To hear, and to question
 What’s made out it’s nest in
 A brain that’s attracted
 To everything

The only one to bow to is One 
And if you must know how to become 
Unbowing to creation 
Then seek that lowly station 
Where rivers of humility run

When you think
That you’ve made it
Then something occurs
Reducing your self
In your sight
Know that you 
Like all things
Are in the control
Of that One
Indivisible Light

Istighfār is a muscle
That’s often unheeded
So best exercise it
To use it when needed

Inhale shukr
 Exhale ṣabr
 Repeat until you
 Reach the qabr