The things that we find mundane
We hear them again and again
Repetitive, boring
And set to inducing
All manners of snoring
Are often all matters decreed
That we may be heedful to heed
What comes into view
Through the lens of tawḥīd
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
Your point of view caught my eye and was very interesting. Thanks. I have a question for you.