Reflection is Remedy

Why settle for the world, when you can have the Universe?
Rise above the burdensome and break its hefty curse!

If you’re not screaming His name, how can I be fine?
How can I reside with one so dull and out of line?

Teach your blood to race and yearn to see His face…
Close your eyes and meditate in every natural place.

Let the words of your language fall into proper lines,
Pass the pen to your soul and let it sing its signs.

Wine of this world is transient, a dull and lifeless fling,
Divine wine is eternal: an endless ride on pleasure’s wing.

We think we are safe when we have no pain.
When our lives are free from psychological strain.
And from material things we endlessly gain.
Mindless talk that accumulate in brain.

The only safety exists after we’ve been lain.
Into the earth with our deeds free from stain.
And knowledge of a blissful home we attain.
Our hearts overflowed with love in His name.

Cloaked in pure white the person descended
I had been waiting patiently for years.
In their beauteous hands of which I befriended
Was the drink that would remove my fears.

The fear of ignorance, the fear of slavery.
An escape from the grasp of the world.
A means to achieve it requires much bravery.
This sweet drink; rich with wisdom unfurled.

All I ever craved lies within these hands.
How I longed to drink in endless bliss.
No care have I for the beauties in the lands.
Of mirage, deception; items I dismiss.

I dive head first into the drink of pure musk.
Its taste and aroma warm as the sun.
My heart finally matured, like the onset of dusk.
An instrument played solely by One.

I walk as time is running
In a realm with no end
The scenes continuously changing
No time to collect and bend

Bend over and peer at this seedling
That has now blossomed into a rose
The fragrance; amorous and giving
Entranced me into an unstable pose

Wandering aimlessly, I am drunk
Tears and smiles fall from my eyes
My filled heart has sunk,
Heavy with images, actions, and sighs

The deceitful forms are so beautiful
So transitory, yet mighty
I sing to the rose aiming to lull
Hoping it will notice me

But I am not enough
To contain its flouncing soul
It is unstoppable and tough
Bound to the laws of its role

“I am but a guide” The rose says
“But I want to keep you” I respond
“I am but a reflection” The rose says
“I know, but I am weak” I respond

The rose shakes its head
And flutters away in the wind
I am alone and stagnant as lead
But with a heart brimming and unpinned

This heart laughs.

This heart laughs at every ravishing form
it communicates with.
Every illusion, obstacle, companion in a dorm,
it lavishes with.

This heart satiates every one of its fibers
with the pleasure of its scene.
It drinks up the happiness it gains
from the beautiful illusions of others.

As a result this heart has become sick.
The mind cries at night when the reality
approaches it.
Yet it is also content with the little
Happiness it receives.

How foolish this heart
when it can be free from flaws
by satiating itself with Dhikr-
clear-flowing water that nourishes
every living thing in its path.

satiated with
Love and Constancy,
Enveloped in
Sincerity and Longing,
for divine connection and
Consummation.

The baby reaches out her hand
To grab the figurine,
But just as it begins to land
It just as quickly leaves.

How beautiful to the sight;
The object looms ahead.
It reflects the white fluorescent  light
Into purple, green, and red.

The baby has not seen
Anything quite so nice.
She pines to hold it in her palm;
The object is made to entice.

The object moves in orbit-style
In its mobile carousel.
A leader in its crew-while
the baby follows well.

Everytime she tries to grab
The precious figurine.
Everytime the object laughs
At baby’s naivety.

Oh how cruel is life!
To tease us so, when we are weak and light.
How many times do we sacrifice
Love for what is right?

The carousel is gone.
The parts are shipped to an antique store.
A new toy for baby has not won
Its heart at its precious core.

For nothing can compare
To what is lost and what is missing.
The object was unmatched in skills;
Height of beauty never christened

The baby cries for mercy,
The tears are not enough,
To revive the innocent sea
Of baby’s first dream and love.