Trapped in my own demise wishing to be free Engulfed with passion, but the wrong kind Filled with ignorance and empty inside Oblivious of my deen in times of forgetfulness Whispers of the shaitan and deaf to my conscience Ensnared in my own ruin spiraling downward
But the taste of light sweetens and brightens As moistened lips utters the name Recollection of truth pierces the mind As the radiance enters the heart, beginning a process
Slowly but surely the demise will end And truth will prosper and the soul will suffice So cry words and live time after time above, but never below Or you will sit where I stood and wish never to be In a place of shame, failure, and guilt A place known as the demise
Chillin in a cafe.
Light instrumentals playing.
The vibe is smooth, artistic.
The incense burns lightly.
I sit at a corner table, writing.
Art on the wall.
Couches filled.
The mic open.
Dare I step up and drop a rhyme?
Drop a word?
Speak with the spoken and be heard?
Lets wait and see…
There is something special about being out on the trails. You are out in nature enjoying the beautiful creations of Allah. The quiet ruffling of the trees as the wind slowly passes through. The transient yellow and black butterfly floating along its way. The squirrel climbing a branch and shaking its puffy tail. The ever so faint buzz of the fly as it whisks by. The sun glistening on the open water. Such beauty lies around us and we so often neglect to take a moment to absorb it. We become so engulfed in the busyness of our lives that we forget to stop and smell the evergreen. Today on these trails I reflect and enjoy every moment.
I wish to feel the beat of my heart I wish for it to be open and pure I wish for it to be tender and merciful I wish for it to be true and sincere I wish for it to posses knowledge and wisdom I wish for it to be upright and firm I wish for it to be innocent again I wish for the black dots to dissapear
Now, what am I doing to make these wishes a reality?
“O Allah, Who changes the hearts as He wills, set my heart firmly on obiedience to you.”
