You told him to stay Away from the tree He didn't So you sent him away Then made him a tree Now isn't That Your brand of Rahmah That here I am, a twig on a ride Tending to my trees on the other side
Poetry
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Make my heart unto Your Word
An instrument of sight
Like sweetly singing morning bird
When comes the foremost light
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How fine the thread of Your love
In this tapestry You weave:
For when I turn to You, You turn to me
Not once reminding me that my
Turning was by
Your leave
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This world is my boat
And I cannot wait
To go overboard
Before it's too late
'Cause Your pleasure to me
Is wide like the sea
And all of my pain
Is two drops of rain
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Let me be still and silent So my words do not drown The sweet and subtle tones Of your Rahmah coming down
Cobblestone Banter
Khalid, as you’re going Beware of not knowing Who you are talking to Your words may pave The way from your grave To where you’ll be walking to
Expanding
Like poetry written To meter and rhyme Infusing its substance With traces of time Or the angles and curves Of the ب that is drawn As bamboo unites With the leaf it is on Like the body Adamic With purpose and form Yet dead if devoid Of a breath that is warm Or the form of a prayer With pillars designed For peace when the heart Forces presence of mind Now think of a heart That is questing for what Is the Source of the senses That bring about thought That's fiercely probing Acute and intense So from it may grow An additional sense Then a visitor comes And he enters your cave To hold you, embrace you O sincere slave For a cosmic expansion Within and without By Word that is timeless And clear of doubt -- You’re missing the flavor If you cannot see: You honor the cup To honor the tea
Mending
Come, broken heart Be mended again Your pain’s a drought Your submission rain
Subtle
True knowledge is subtle Its serving is subtle It’s nourishing if The observing is subtle
Deflatingly
You don’t tell your win-thirsty team Right before the championship game That the English and Science and Math’s where it’s at All this winning and losing’s the same You’ve got eleven months to get it right, plan For eleven more once you get through it Let the wave that’s coming break over you man Now’s the right time to get all into it And remember that you Can say what is right And be idiotic even as you do it I know.