Put that secret in a chest Lock it up and toss the key Somewhere deep is always best Choose your well or find your sea That’s the key, now to the chest Bury it with naught below it Somewhere deep inside your breast Where heart won’t suffer brain to know it
Poetry
Show Yourself
Hope is in His Nūr Hope is in His Name Hope is looking for the ones Who’ll play its hopeful game It’s not that you lose hope It’s you that must be found For Nūr seeks out and floods each soul That to His Name is bound So say His Name my khalid And show yourself my dear
Mendicant, See
Repentance is to see Through well-abluted eyes: Rebellion is blindness How blessed then to be A mendicant who cries In awe of such a kindness
Good Hosting
Give every fir’awn in you A sea to drown within you
Firm As A Rock
You float up the nile An infant delight Get raised as a prince And then comes the flight A fugitive off In a desolate land Till comes the nubuwwah With blood on the sand The tyrant won’t listen The signs are not heeded And time is against you But you do what’s needed You lead them away Down into the sea The hordes of the tyrant Won’t let you go free But you’ve got your faith As firm as a rock Bismillah the sea Gives way to your flock ‘Alaykum Salaam
Quietly
The peace that we long for And the hope that we seek Lies in those who prefer silence When the ignorant speak
In Focus
If everything is from Him How can you ever think He turns away from you After sending you a trial Soldier on never doubting His attention is upon you while You struggle under loads All meticulously chosen To break you up To take you up For that chalice filled To wake you up
Tasbeeh
All creatures in existence Of every size and hue Amid the deeps and shallows Of brown and green and blue Each has its solemn tasbeeh To keep it true and through And you have yours my khalid If only you’d let you
Thistle-holds
What greater act of Divine assistance Than a wayward slave broken by sin Finding himself time and time again Drowned in despair but not sinking Losing his dusty way and thinking There is no return no way back To where the path opens wide For every seeker that’s died Looking for hope in thistles Unfriendly on the outside Yet deep run their roots In unwavering search For another chance Touch them khalid And for heaven’s Sake be sure to Wince a little By way of Thanks
Give and Take
To give from Allah’s gifts By Allah’s leave For Allah’s sake Is all you need to take