There are times for grit
And times for grace
And times for red-turbaned
Swagger and pace
But to know the time
Know your place
Poetry
Holding On
Hold on for
As long as you can
So letting go doesn’t feel
Like the end anymore
It’s the start
Of an intricate plan
As long as you can
So letting go doesn’t feel
Like the end anymore
It’s the start
Of an intricate plan
Illumine
In the depths of understanding
Hearts ruminating
Find not understanding
Illuminating
Hearts ruminating
Find not understanding
Illuminating
Flow
This refuge
Must be sought
Like an ocean
To be got
Seek it, khalid
Travel
Like waters
Over gravel
Must be sought
Like an ocean
To be got
Seek it, khalid
Travel
Like waters
Over gravel
Afloat
The whirlpool of doubt
And the calm waters
Of certitude
And the calm waters
Of certitude
Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes and let this be
Another opportunity
Just to see if you can see
A little better
Be a shame if you are blind
To the treasures you can find
Once you understand your mind
A little better
Another opportunity
Just to see if you can see
A little better
Be a shame if you are blind
To the treasures you can find
Once you understand your mind
A little better
Seashells
Some words
Like sea shells
Lay beneath
The sands of consciousness
Remaining there in silence
By the shore
That when
Some day
The waves
Of knowledge
Crash upon your beach
Their beauty isn’t hidden
Anymore
Like sea shells
Lay beneath
The sands of consciousness
Remaining there in silence
By the shore
That when
Some day
The waves
Of knowledge
Crash upon your beach
Their beauty isn’t hidden
Anymore
Banquet
The adab of The Host
Who asks no guest
To exit His banquet
But He lets the rebellious
And profane to st(r)ay
In a subtle, Divinely
Elaborate way
Then leave on their own
All on their own
—
Hold fast like a layer
Of moss upon stone
Hold fast
Who asks no guest
To exit His banquet
But He lets the rebellious
And profane to st(r)ay
In a subtle, Divinely
Elaborate way
Then leave on their own
All on their own
—
Hold fast like a layer
Of moss upon stone
Hold fast
Sweet Poison
Sin is sweeter
Than the sweetest honey
Drain the glass, you’re
In paradise
Watch the time turn
What’s warm and sunny
Feel the wind blow
Your heart to ice
Than the sweetest honey
Drain the glass, you’re
In paradise
Watch the time turn
What’s warm and sunny
Feel the wind blow
Your heart to ice
Friday
The Thursday sun is in its grave
So flee the darkness for the cave
And drown yourself to ride the wave
Now dry your face and kiss the sand
So flee the darkness for the cave
And drown yourself to ride the wave
Now dry your face and kiss the sand