Oh you fretful bee!
All Heaven and earth are yours
God never runs empty

When you see sin
Look again
If you still see it
Look again
Keep blinking until you no longer see it
this is the way of the Mystic
At the end of this way is the Promise

daughter

student

holy ordained slave

beloved to carry the shadows, to keep the pearls of your Love beneath our tongue

to preserve Beauty

we are the estranged, the assigned to remain empty

to mirror Light, remaining always only the reflections of Haqq

What am I in search of?
I don’t know.
This insomniac was in quest
Of an answer or maybe
An asylum for my lunacy,
I walked aimlessly,
I searched down the tracks-
Of the water that fell from my eyes,
They didn't answer.
What is it?

I got wish threads and stood frozen
Tangled what to wish for and
Walked back with an empty heart,
A confused mind and a lost sensibility.
I don’t know what I want from life,
I know I’m in quest of something-
Which I cannot name.
What is it?

There is no place in the world
There is no air to inhale
I’m living, I’m counting, and I’m waiting
But I don’t know for what this living-
Counting and waiting is for.
What is it?

Temple bells, Qwaali and Candle lights
Made no meaning, they killed me
‘They’ told me I will find solutions but,
What is it?

What am I in search of?
What is it?

How am I coping with it? But I’m not coping with it! I’m only… living with it. Day after day after day..?

What gives me most pain? The messages. Going through them. Asking myself what happened there. I don’t understand

What gives you relief? Time. I like when it passes.

What else do you like? I like being busy. I like drawing in my book. I like Sufi music. I like.. *forgetting!

Love is a steady wind
that erases what we know of it
as soon as we try to grasp.
It is pre-eternal wisdom,
named by God,
whispered only in the heart.

A feather softly landed.
Let it lie.
Ti’s an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss became.

When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
Of this fierce glow
that Love and You
Within my breast inspire,
The Sun is but a spark that flew
And set the heavens afire.

Even shadows choose to whirl
lithely in the beams,
romancing other silhouettes
seeking revelation in their dreams.

Compassion, do not hasten them,
nor wake them from repose
for in the moment two dreams alight
the awoken lover glows.

Stand boldly in love’s mystery
as slings and arrows sail,
through the strident journey
hush, listen for the nightingale,

who’s song seeps through a cloven heart,
mending fragments into one;
seek the source that hides unbroken
in the brilliance of the Beloved’s Sun.