rainfall

The heart can dry up,
even the most moist tongue,
uttering litanies of thanks,
uttering wanton prose of need,
is quietly begging rainfall,
to stir the seeds that lay dormant,
because we have a desire to be content,
and we know we can’t get it with stuff.

I’ve thus found it easier,
fought myself at both ends of my wit and found,
it’s not hard to be wet with contentment,
when you’re bathing in gratitude,
when you’re drowning in gratitude,

Alhamdullillah, wa shukr lillah

W.E.

me world

me-world
I see you from a  mile away.

What’s wrong?
Your husband isn’t Don Juan?
His money not romantic enough for you?
You utter chameleon,
you’d no sooner be in love with another man,
than you’d divorce the idea of him too,
when he doesn’t praise you,
nor your narcissist need for approval.

Be grateful,
learn gratitude,
and to do that,
you need to learn of plenitude,
and how it will drown you for seeking it,
so walk to solitude,
away from the ego keeping you from rectitude.

Your erratic moods,
are brattish cries,
self perpetuated lies,
a call to be viewed.

But you can’t handle indifference,
a refusal to fight,
and my reluctance,
to be your muse.

Where in that head of lies,
did you ever think,
I’d be your interlude,
the between man of your fantasies,
and finger food,
a socialite, who’d pander,
to your disquietude?

Look at the mess you’ve created inside,
and outside yourself,
oblivious to the idea,
I can’t be pursued.

Ah you poor thing,
victim-hood has bought you many things,
given you a lifestyle to be dreamed of,
but you’re stuck in me-world attitude.

W.E.

Art by AJGIEL

Boring people

boring-people

I’ll never let the monotony of neglect,
lull me into boredom,
persuade me into comfort.

I cannot associate with bored people,
they’re too dishonest to admit,
they’re lazy.

There is always something to do,
a lesson to learn,
a page to read,
a mouth to feed,
a bill to pay,
something to fix.

Fixing myself,
has occupied me,
from the moment I became aware,
of my lowliness.

When my ego stood broad shouldered as I,
cold stared me in the face,
and put up its fists,
I knew boredom,
would become a word that left my vocabulary.

W.E.

Deprived of rest

A man who pretends to be the king of his business better be prepared to share the spoils of war with his men.
Hear ye narcissist,
Nay, here, ye narcissist.
That is of course what you want to hear.
Were it not for your ability to make others see your reflection,
Then your image would not have blinded you from realising that all along,
They let you keep your spoils because of understanding just how much you could not stand yourself.
They saw your pain, your emptiness, your discontent and let you have it all.
But of course, you’re the king and they the subservient.
You did nothing at all but a wink alludes you,
Whilst they rest their brow after a days toil.

 

Time, the teacher

Photo from the film Bab'Aziz - The Prince Who Contemplated His Soul
Photo from the film Bab’Aziz – The Prince Who Contemplated His Soul

When the fervour of youth finally wanes,

All that is left is humility and pain.

-ME

Garden of the content

contentment

How long you walk in the depravity of excess determines your ability to find the solace of the garden of contentment.
How does one explain what that garden is, how do I describe the tranquillity with words that are not a unit of measure for the scientifically minded, for the logically minded, for the absent minded to comprehend? I cannot.

Ali, the son in law and cousin of the Prophet Muhammad peace and blessing be upon him said ‘Contentment is a treasure chest that never vanquishes’. For one to comprehend this, one has to understand their own nature, their hidden desire or former desire to covet, acquire and amass.

Who wouldn’t love to have riches on end? Never worrying about wealth ever diminishing? To comprehend that means to have been in need either via dire circumstance or via ulterior greed and dissatisfaction. In such a predicament, satisfaction and satiation is never present. One always wants more or at least more than what one currently has, whether it is to remove discomfort of bad circumstance or to remove discomfort of dissatisfaction. The later, far more blameworthy than the former. The later is what the above quote is referring to more than the former although both are blameworthy if they subdue one’s spiritual ascension and worse yet leave one dissatisfied with their lot or what has been assigned to them.

Deprivation can serve us in a very rewarding manner if we consciously acknowledge it’s prestigious station rather than looking grimly at our lot and looking bleakly with mundane substance to the future and planning for material consumption until it overcomes our basal natures, that is to be free of all things and subservient and obedient only to God. When you can do that, the garden awaits both in this world and the next.

Some people get it. Great talk

My sister from another Mr.

Elucidation on point! No need to fancy it up, this girl gets it!

Language, presentation and model example, perfect.

If you’re honest, she’ll make you peel your skin.

from here: http://www.ted.com/talks/yassmin_abdel_magied_what_does_my_headscarf_mean_to_you#t-833690