Veil

I live in the shadow
Of peace
How it seems at least
Some truths
Remain veiled
In the confines
I may find
The mirror to my state
A shared fate

Is anyone free?
From the constant questions
Constant pressures
Two, three and four and more fold
Listening to what the core told
Or are they doing their best?
To suppress that test
And have done their best
For so long,
That I’m writing this now...?

Peace Be Upon Him

Humble,
Great,
Cried for my fate,
Friend,
Father,
Husband,
Leader,
Judge,
Exemplar,
Helper,
Teacher.
Orphaned and illiterate
At once magnificent
Reformed an environment where
Decadence was prevalent
Ever seeking betterment
Journey anything but effortless
For over a millennium
Steeped in reverence
Embodiment of scripture and his life was the evidence

The Wandering

My wish;
To be lost in my hands
Joined,
Lost in this prayer
Without return
To the place in which
I need to be found
To travel from field to field
In Rumi’s meeting place
And just as I went deeper
The light from the bulb
In my passage
Breaks through a gap
In my hands
That play host to horizon
The rising sun of reality
The truth of wandering
Through right and wrong
Wrong and right
Day and night
Until I raise the hosts
Once more
In the faith
That this wandering becomes easier to take...

The Absentees

The power of the memory
To tug at heart strings
The heart sings
As mouth smiles
Silently to itself
For as long as I remember
Until I realise those moments
Belong to the past
But take refuge fast
That past
Is also mine
Lost only to time
And he allows me to beckon
At an old laugh
And laugh it anew
And laugh it through
That season of sighs
That befalls my lonely town
Where the snow in April
Maybe gone ‘til November
The absences I remember

Loose Ends

These loose ends
Took me a to a depth unseen
A world unknown
Prior to the madness
With God’s help
My mind closer to the surface comes
Still restless at times
But perhaps for the better
It may be that time is my buoyancy
And maybe not,
A loose end as yet.
It could be
To just be
Is be my best bet

What Is Closeness?

Not absence of distance
Not sharing an instant
It is mother and infant
Could be friend and friend
But that may depend
Some may befriend
As means to end
Not lack of separation
Mutual contemplation
To tread the same blade
With separate soles
And similar souls
Could be the factor, sole
To just console
Even once
It could exist at once
With distance
But then
What is distance?

Ibrahim's Solitude

Ibrahim would mostly sit alone
With his beads
In his jeans
Like the ones I wore
And remember
The One worth remembering
When all had left the hall
His smile seemed pure
Heart strings controlling
Nothing more
Than a smile
Or words for a short while
Then back to remembrance
Excellence
And his own silence
Adding to the silence
The former weighing heavy on the latter
As the beads move
Rhythmically to the beat
Of a remembering heart
To complete the cycle
Only to start
Once more
How many
God keeps the score