Give me the heart
To study my charts
Before I head out to sea
The current’s defined
By a wind with a mind
Of it’s own unfortunately
Poetry
9-7-1442
Intense is the Nūr
Of Your Rahmah that powers
The bearers of The Throne
To soak in the showers
Of Rahmatan lil ‘ālamīn
9-6-1442
When I looked for wisdom it was
Entirely hidden from me because
I lacked the knowledge to see it
Rabbiy zidnī ‘ilman Ya Muqīt
9-5-1442
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
9-4-1442
Make my heart unto Your Word
An instrument of sight
Like sweetly singing morning bird
When comes the foremost light
9-3-1442
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
9-2-1442
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
9-1-1442
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