Micropoetry

How the sands give way
When the gold holds sway
Over hearts afire
With the love of winning

Was Qāroon’s end, and
Suraqa’s beginning

Why so sad
Don’t you know grief’s
Meant to be
Like falling leaf

Let it fall
Though you’d do well
To remember
Its sweet smell

‪If the destination is beautiful‬
‪The journey will be beautiful‬ ‬
‪The trick is to knowing‬ ‬
‪Exactly where you’re going‬

Let Your love fill my senses
Till my sense is intact
As my tact mends the fences
Offenses had cracked

The effort’s in your hands
The outcome’s not
The first’s like water
The second’s snot

And out it comes

Slow down
You’re going too slow

It’s in your way
Or on your way
Won’t matter once
You’ve gone your way

Unless of course
It is the way

The stronger the spine
The easier to turn the pages
And the better they align

You’ve got to have the heart
That knows to wield a hand
That knows to grasp a staff
That knows to firm the sand
Before the sea may part

Not mind over matter
But knowledge over mind
And manners over art

You can turn your life around
Do it anytime you want

If you’re dying in a minute
Then that time is somewhere in it

All you have to do is start
With submission in your heart

Don’t obsess about the end
Leave that to the fools my friend

And begin