Some days it feels the journey isn’t worth it Those are the days to dig your heels in deep And if you need a sign look to the earth, it Keeps going while the going’s there to keep So take a breath my Qasimi sojourner And give your weary eye a little rest Seek out your willow that will shade a learner Whose body mind and soul are in the quest Think to when he the best of all creation Reclined against that old devoted tree His face supplying all the recreation That his companions would ever need May leisure quench your spirit yielding strength To grow and serve throughout the journey’s length
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
That Gush of wind That Blade of grass That Breath of air That Has to pass So What is next May Come to be Such Is Divine Crea- tivity He Is with you One Everywhere You’re Fragmented Lost In the air Know He’s with you Al- Ways with you That Is more true Than You are you That
The prophet stood up in his mosque “Will someone entertain my guest?” A hand went up and that’s how it Began The man - he rushed home to his wife “A guest is coming home tonight” Alarmed, she said “we only have A bite” He thought for one moment or two A plan emerging in his mind Looked at his wife and said “Here’s what We’ll do “Let’s kiss the children off to bed That sleep their hunger douse, then we’ll Turn down the lamps as we sit to The spread “And wife, we will pretend to chew With skill, we will put on a show So that our guest who has his fill Won’t know” And thus they carried out their plan The guest arrived and ate the bread Then left, the couple prayed and went To bed The night went by, the day arrived The Prophet saw the man and cried With joy from news that came on angel Wings For one attracted by the nūr Had found the good companion’s house And saw the wealth a humble servant brings
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
Why so much love for them that part from you They give no thought to how they’ve grieved your mind Such love for things that leave the way they do But not for them that choose to stay behind Don’t shun the shine upon your blessed bean God’s plan is in all things that shed and fall Be hair or fur or leaves that once were green They all submit obeying nature’s call So why so sad my khalid at this loss When all it really is, is wholesome gain You know that your beloved won’t be cross If you yourself have chosen to remain Some surfaces are meant to be some day A field of cranium for children’s play
There’s a stack of air Just hanging there Between the Japanese maple And the lazy white hydrangea It’s such a stack of air It’s a lovely shape With a fragrant flair Fully taking in its staple Of the morning sunshine can’t you Just taste that snack of air I don’t think it’s moved From it’s leafy lair Where it appears to stay still Encased by petal candy, oh I’m done.
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
Despair comes knocking often in these times Its droll and dreary beat upon your door Conjuring up images of your crimes Until your shattered heart can take no more khalid acknowledge your deficiencies While there’s no good in lying to yourself Your mad frustrations only serve to please The demons wishing ill upon your health But sit upon a rock and let the air Remind you of the one who’s heart was filled With grief that his beloved wasn’t there To nurse him when a rain of stones had stilled The heavens sending prayers upon a man Content revived and pleased with Allah’s plan