strength is a function
of patience
but when it is not
it morphs into what
may be the destruction
of nations
Who can conceive of such things
Who can conceive of a fruit
That’s different and better with every taste
Who can conceive of an angel
With six hundred wings laying vision to waste
Who can conceive of a horseman
Who gallops for five hundred years all a trice
Yet cannot escape the shade of a tree
In the Garden we call Paradise
Who can conceive of such vastness
And levels of magnitude
No poet may dare but a prophet who speaks
From what is revealed to him could
No Time To Give
We tend to be extravagant
With time we’ve hoarded, drawn and spent
On things we do not need at all
And happiness that came and went,
So let’s not say we have no time
When what we really mean to say
Is we have none to give.
On The Road
The journey is long
The weather is fine
The toll of the traffic
Is rather benign
We may not be friends
For friends can be found
In spaces where faces
And buttons abound
We talk and we listen
We listen and sigh
Away all the moments
That turn into sky
There’s so much to say
And much more to think
But words fall like pebbles
To splash and then sink
The journey is over
It ends like the rain
To leave us to thirst for
Its passing again
Feeling Good
If ever you feel good about
Yourself, then you had better know
The devil’s got you, there’s no doubt;
You see he’s made from fire, so
He understands the nafs how you
Cannot, no matter what you do.
Be Patient
His father had died
Before he was born
When he was just six
His mother was gone
Then he was from his
Dear grandfather torn
And little Muhammad
Was left all alone
His uncle was kind
Although he was poor
Had so many children
And there would be more
He took in his nephew
How could he ignore
The sweet little orphan
Who stood at his door
So patience grew child
And child became so
For such underprivileged
Have nowhere to go
Except the cool fount
Of patience to know
That patience forever
Continues to flow
They called him a poet
A sorcerer who
Confounded their thinking
With message untrue
How could this poor orphan
This Hashimi do
His people such shame
And further ado
To him Allah speaks
In manner benign
The thirty-eighth chapter
The seventeenth sign
Be patient… the warm
Exhortation Divine
It softens the heart
And boggles the mind
Rawdah
My heart is at the rawdah
Moistened by the longing
Eye that hasn’t seen yet knows
The sweetness of belonging
Weak Hadith
Careful, when you speak
Of a saying of the prophet
That is classified as weak.
The hadith isn’t weaker,
Not at all, than such a speaker.
Courtesy http://sulook.org/hikam.
Ripples
Truth:
The surface of a lake,
Still, at rest;
Stir to wake;
The ripples are for us
Who do not see it.
But, Words
words can burn
scar and maim
even slay
all the same
spirits cringe
at the game
of a tongue
taking aim
sticks and stones
break my bones