(edit: 4/27/08)
my belly is proof of it,
my senses longing
for the sweet things.
sugar and cars,
stereos and jewelry,
new hardwood floors,
an hdtv and magazines,
a diamond and pearl
and a new gold ring.
i hunger to live simply,
unattached to fads and trends,
never bothered by donuts
and diet soda. i want to wake up
at dawn by the nudge of the first rays
of sun, feel full on gratitude
and a day where i may serve the Lord.
what a world this would be
if I surrendered to be nourished
and lived on in Truth aware and blessed.
20 hours ago
5 comments:
As salamu 'alaykum wa rahmatullah, this is a gem of a site, masha Allah!
This line's profound -
"if I surrendered to be nourished"
it's like we know something is not good for us yet we still want it.
Reminds of the hadith: the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, "The metaphor of me and you is that of a man who lights a fire and the grasshoppers and moths begin to fall into it and he chases them away from it. I pull you by your belts back from the Fire while you are doing your best to slip from my hand." [Muslim]
What a day it would be indeed :)A wonderful and all too true poem, especially for my sweet tooth and forgetfulness of the Source of all sweetness. Inshallah, the hunger of the soul will overcome the stomache.
Ya Haqq!
borderline majnun --- i am so moved by your reply. thank you, my friend. thank you so very much!
darvish --- may my sweet tooth yearn only the sweetness that keeps me near Allah!
Ah, exactly where I stand... if I could only surrender to be nourished... If I would just shed off those fake dresses; skins that belong to illusion, and embrace the Truth and be embraced...
I call out: Allah, Allah! Teach me what no one can teach but You! I look at the images, I fear the change of seasons & colors of tree leaves, I keep into walking through winters and forget that beneath all seasons there is You. I am taken by fading images; take off this veil, Allah. I know I am taken, yet I am stuck in my takingness... Free me, free me from me. Lift the love of images from my heart, let there be one Truth, Your Truth. I long for Your beautiful Face. I lived a lifetime at your door, but busy hustle and bustle of movement and images always made me look the other way. Call me in to the sacredness of your stillness. With Your Hand, lift off the veil and let me see what You allow me to see of You.
ruba saqr...i am on the verge of tears as i read your beautiful comment.
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