It’s Nothing …

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I don’t love you;
I don’t want you.
It wasn’t love.
It wasn’t even lust.
If I could define what it was that we had,
It was nothing.
Friendship maybe,
but you weren’t looking for a friend,
Though you made it appear so.
You wanted love;
All you ever wanted was love,
but you never looked hard enough.
Love isn’t something that comes easy.
It doesn’t give itself up.
It’s either there or it isn’t.
I understood that you tried hard
to win it -
If only I had a penny for every time I’ve tried.
I’d have plenty of pennies,
but time is the best teacher.
Do not take this with melancholy.
I wish you the best.
The love you seek is out there
and will come when the time is right.
Don’t hurry love.
You can’t rush it.
It comes when it must.
Patience is a virtue -
one you need.
So wear it as a shield and
I promise you victory.
You’re beautiful,
and because the beauty you withhold doesn’t correspond
to me, I do not deny it nor belittle it.
All I’m saying is that I’m not the one meant to behold that beauty,
and to be quite frank,
I’m fine with that.

Mensur Gjonbalaj
August 29, 2014

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Live As If You Were A Traveler

Traveler Above a Sea of Clouds

Traveler Above a Sea of Clouds

 
 
Live As If You Were A Traveler
 
The intelligent and refined find no rest in dwelling in one place,
So leave your homeland and travel far away!
Travel and you will meet new people replacing those left behind,
And tire yourself out, because it makes life worth living!
I have seen that water stagnates when it stands still,
Yet when it runs it is sweet and pure.
And if the lion left not its land,
it would not catch its prey
And if the arrow left not the bow,
it would not hit its aim
And if the sun moved not across the horizon,
People the world over would have tired of the sky.
 
by Imam Shafi

Spring’s Gift by Hamza Yusuf

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The following is a poem written by Shaykh Hamza Yusuf. It is an ode to the love Muslims have for the illuminated Prophet of Islam, Muhammad.

Spring’s Gift

I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web

To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from the seas

That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete

With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in pitch-black night

I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed

Not knowing if the sun had rose
Or if the sky was one with those

Who knelt, who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to

With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity

His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent

I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide

As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead

And men and women found their place
With aspirations for God’s Face

I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think

To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind

For me this world is not one jot
If I could simple be a thought

From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages

I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God

Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen

It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light

He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves

Humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad has God on his side

So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring

With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth.

By Shaykh Hamza Yusuf

My Rabb

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My Rabb

You came to me
When I was in need.
Raining my heart
with tranquility.
Cleansing my soul
from the dirt
with purity.

Like the foam of the sea
My sins were great.
So I sought the path of mercy
to redeem my fate.

Just as the light had been overshadowed by the dark,
So too had the dark been
overpowered.
In darkness there is always light;
And a plea for peace is all that I recite.
No matter the length
It never proves wrong.

For me He is enough:
My One true love,
My One true Rabb.

Mensur Gjonbalaj
July 30, 2014

Look Into My Eyes

Free Palestine

Free Palestine

 

Look Into My Eyes is a poem written by Gihad Ali, a Palestinian-American, and had been adapted into a song by the Danish hip-hop/r&b trio Outlandish in 2005. The song is written in the point of view of a Palestinian teenager and meant to open the eyes of it’s American viewer to the plight of the Palestinian people. I pray this poem/song opens your eyes to the reality of the world in which we live and connect your heart with those who are suffering. Remember, we are all human at the end of the day and all share the same hopes and aspirations to live in peace.

God bless!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkwxMYiyd_M

 

Look Into My Eyes

 

Look into my eyes
Tell me what ya see
You dont see a damn thing
‘Cuz you cant relate to me

You blinded by our differences
My life makes no sense to you
Im the persecuted one
You the red, white and blue

Each day you wake in tranquility
No fears to cross your eyes
Each day I wake in gratitude
Thankin God, He let me rise

Ya worry bout your education
And the bills you have to pay
I worry bout my vulnerable life
And if Ill survive another day

Ya biggest fear is getting a ticket
As ya cruise your Cadillac
My fear is that the tank thats just left
Will turn around and come back

Yet do you know the truth of where ya money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that nobody knows?
Has our world gone all blind

Yet do you know the truth of where ya money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that nobody knows?
Some one tell me

Oh, lets not cry tonight
I promise you one day its through
Oh, oh, oh, my brothers
Oh, oh, oh, my sisters

Oh, shine a light for every soul
That aint with us no more
Oh, oh, oh, my brothers
Oh, oh, oh, my sisters

See, Ive known terror for quite some times
57 years, so cruel
Terror breathes the air I breathe
Its the check point on my way to school

Terror is the robbery of my land
And the torture of my mother
The imprisonment of my innocent father
The bullet in my baby brother

The bulldozers and the tanks
The gasses and the guns
The bombs that fall outside my door
All due to your funds

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of my enemies
Im terrorized in my own land
And Im the terrorist

Yet do you know the truth of where ya money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that nobody knows?
Has our world gone all blind

Yet do you know the truth of where ya money goes?
Do you let the media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that nobody knows?
Some one tell me

Oh, lets not cry tonight
I promise you one day its through
Oh, oh, oh, my brothers
Oh, oh, oh, my sisters

Oh, shine a light for every soul
That aint with us no more
Oh, oh, oh, my brothers
Oh, oh, oh, my sisters

American, do ya realize
That the taxes that you pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day

So if I wont be here tomorrow
Its written in my fate
May the future bring a brighter day
The end of our wait

Oh, lets not cry tonight
I promise you one day its through
Oh, oh, oh, my brothers
Oh, oh, oh, my sisters

Oh, shine a light for every soul
That aint with us no more
Oh, oh, oh, my brothers
Oh, oh, oh, my sisters

 
 
by Gihad Ali, Isam Bachiri, Waqas Ali,
and Lenny Martinez
July 19, 2014
 
Peace and Love!
 
 

The Strangers

ghurabaa

 

The following is a melodic poem written by an anonymous man from Egypt a couple of decades back. Ghuraba, or The Strangers, is a term used by the Prophet Muhammad to describe those who follow the path of freedom. For who is more free than those who are strangers in society and bare allegiance or servitude to none but the One who had created them. 

 

THE STRANGERS

Strangers, Strangers, Strangers.

The Strangers bow their heads to none but God.

The Strangers have chosen this to be their creed.

If you ask about us, we care not about the Tyrants!

We are the soldiers of the Lord, and ours is a straight path.

 

Strangers, Strangers, Strangers.

We care not for chains; we shall continue on forever.

So let us struggle, fight, and battle anew!

The Strangers, this is how they are free in an enslaved world.

 

Strangers, Strangers, Strangers.

Do you remember a time when we had been happy?

In the book of the Lord, we recite morning and night.

 

Strangers, Strangers, Strangers.

The Strangers bow their heads to none but God.

The Strangers have chosen this to be their creed.

 

Glad tidings to the Strangers.

 

July 18, 2014

 

Fire – Ibn Arabi

 

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Fire

O Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.
My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Ka’bah,
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Qur’an.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love’s camels take,
that is my religion and my faith.

 

by Ibn Arabi

12th century Spanish Muslim mystic and poet