Micropoetry

Let’s put on our tauhīd glasses
 (Of course they’re tinted green)
 And maybe we’ll see glimpses of
 The things that Khidr’s seen

The more I think,
 The more I think 
 The world should be protected
 From my thinking.

 The more I think
 The world should be protected 
 From my thinking, 
 The more I think.

To think before you speak is to
 Account for all effects that you
 May have upon the world with words
 In ways not even actions do

 The silence of the wise can be
 More active than what eyes may see

Stop your dying, let it go
 The money, science and art you know
 Just leave it all behind you for a minute

 And turn your heart toward that place
 Let go, abandon time and space
 Forget forgetting it and get lost in it

These words that rise up from your heart
 In sweet remembrances to be
 Upon your patient lips departing
For your Garden growing free

There, ‘now’ and ‘instantaneous’
 And all things thought spontaneous
 Fall short of what His Mighty Qadr brings
 For there, no time holds sway upon
 The One who lets the dusk and dawn
 Be signs for praise a slave of Allah sings

Inspired by Shaykh Amin‘s exegesis on the ‘Arsh

Consider now “man” an adjective
To mean less a beast and more man
Then take its comparative, “manner”, a proof
That a word comes about by a plan
Dignifying the language of man

The things that we find mundane
We hear them again and again
Repetitive, boring
And set to inducing
All manners of snoring
Are often all matters decreed
That we may be heedful to heed
What comes into view
Through the lens of tawḥīd

I think the greatest lie is when
You say you haven’t time
You say it even as you pen
A silly little rhyme

Know when you offer
Your service and love
That all you intended
And all that you do
Begins in a place
Beyond time and space
From One who is watching
In all of His Grace
To see if you attribute
All that you do
To where it begins
Or the idol that’s you.