Labels

You tape these tiny labels to your body,
Little words that you believe define you.
One for woman, another for blue-eyed.
You have one for rich,
another for Christian or Muslim
or atheist.  And even more.
One says angry, another alcoholic.
And then there is fat and banker
or lawyer, old, too short, not enough,
but what is what?  Not one word of it
is You.  Tear off these labels,
and the Light is revealed.
Stand there naked without one word
to define your self.  Do this no matter what.
And your soul will be like a pearl.
Take yourself out of your shell.
There You are!  Nothing in shadows,
all Your Light breaking apart the dark.

The Divine Throne

O Throne, You are here.
Inside the One is One
is One and on and on.

Nothing is outside Your gift of Rahmat.
The Queen sings to each of us,
gives away the Secret Name.
Praise the act!  Prayer does not pray.
The heart filled with faith does.

Honey dripping from their tongues,
coming home to fill the hive with a labor of Love.
Do not wonder if She hides inside.
She does.

Rahmat, You taste so sweet
inside our hearts.
Mother's Mercy is milk
from the breasts of God,

seek Her here and there.
Seek Her everywhere.
When Allah acts,
She is nearer than near.

Speaking of Paradise

The first poem was written by Allah,
the last poem will be written  by Allah, too.
The Divine Author writes them all.
We believe our words are ours.
We claim them as if we can have property.
All belongs to Allah!

We believe we are speaking of Paradise.
Oh, beloveds, we are merely the hand
that holds the pen and even then
we are not Truly That.  Speaking of Paradise
in a village of rhymes, we dream
we are the poets.  O Allah!
Ya Allah!  Estaghirullah!