Micropoetry

Instincts are born
In intelligence refined
Through years of experience
That carpets the mind

So slip off your shoes
Leave them at the door
And sit down awhile
Upon the warm floor

Sometimes a storm must blow
To send a grain of sand into my eye
All that so I can know
It only takes a speck to make me cry

How far do you have to stray
To see that you’ve lost your way

Don’t pray for humility
Lest it bring a trial
But pray in humility
And sit there a while

With time we come around to see
That freedom from all slavery
Is only ever found to be
In slavehood under Al-Aliyy

Who takes a soul to set it free
All quite paradoxically

Patience, my striving friend
Obsessing with beginnings, don’t be
Heedless of the end

Abandon all your fears
To build yourself a raft that keeps you
Floating on your tears

Hear out the caring warner
Your moment’s almost here, it’s right
Around the cosmic corner

Remain well-mannered slave
Each step until you step into
Your cold and lonely grave

The thing about guidance is you
Have to want it more than whoever
Wants you to find it true. Never

Has a seeker failed to find
So long as heart beats over mind

He who leans on the means
Will bend in the end

Use the means by all means
But know your Friend is the end

He sits there
Doesn’t say a thing
For silence is a song not every
Seeker learns to sing

He sits there
Sadly all the while
But walk up to him and he greets you
With the brightest smile

You haven’t lost your soul
It’s right there
Past the fog of fears

An island in the middle
Of an ocean of tears
That has gone dry

How can you get there
If you don’t cry