Sunday, 22 December 2013

WE LOVE HIM

We love 
beyond our senses
Not because we have no control
over our senses
but because we know with certainty
that it is precisely because of him
that we all are

We love 
we love him dearly 
Not only because
we are commanded to do so 
but because loving him is 
in reality the source of all love
The soul of all things created

We love him
we love him immensely 
not out of misery and 
loneliness in our hearts
but because our hearts 
have been carved out
from the Creator's love for him

We love him 
we love him intensely 
not because we have been 
overcome by madness
but because it is madness 
not to love him with all intensity

Our love for him 
is far from blasphemy
it is the distance between 
faith and hypocrisy
we are only beggars at his door 
because he is the only door to Allah
Allah is The Bestower but he is the distributor and nothing 
reaches all creation from Allah
except that it reaches his hand first

For he is the first slave
Whom The Master made master 
of all things created

Placed beside him 
the sky has no height
the sun no light
the ocean is void of vastness
the earth no expanse
time no measurement
and space no kingdom 
Only through him is 
The Artisians Skill shown
It is by him that The Unkown becomes known and unknown again
He is the furthest depth of all mysteries
the scent that sheds light on all subtelties
His physical body  
proceeded past the point 
where Gabriel's angelic anatomy  
would turn to ashes
he is the perfection that all existence mirrors
The wonder of all wonders
his station is a statement from 
The Originator 
not given to him 
by our love for him
but by Love out of love for itself

We love him more 
than we love ourselves
this love will suffice us 
throughout the worlds
for no love is true 
unless carried in a heart 
that loves him
because that heart without love for him is foreign to love itself

May The Creator's love and peace
descend upon the source 
of all love and all peace
our love and our peace
the light that illumined
every excellence that 
The Excellent exudes
That the perfected perception recieves
The ocean whose waters  water
blossoms that bloom
to give light to the moon
from the depth of the first dawn 
to the last dream of doom

By Your slave's scent
grant us ascent
by the magnums means
grant us a piercing proximity
by Love's lantern
grant us The Gold of 
Your Glorious Glow
Indeed it is sown
Indeed it is so









Saturday, 21 December 2013

INSPIRE ME



Oh Master of existence
Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Who is the opener of the beginning
The door to the Great treasure

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
Who always speaks truthfully
extending his hands to the helpless
the weak and those in need

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
that sits in Hira and ponders deep as his heart seeks
Your Countenance he whose heart knows your Glory


Inspire me with love for that Sufi
in Taif whose lips are moist with mercy
Though he stands with blood flowing down his feet

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Whom you permit
to leave his home city
In order to carry out a command from Thee

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
at the cave standing with the enemy at his heel
and yet his trust in you has not become weak

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
In battle at Badr
who beseeches Thee so beautifully
for your help and now his companions watch Satan flee

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Who travels at a marvelling speed
passing the seven heavens without wings

Inspire me with the love for that Sufi
Who bears the sceptre of all Your messengers
from Adam to the blessed son of Mary

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
To whom you revealed your speech
And to whom you promise the praiseworthy degree

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
Whom you have made the prophetic seal
The best of all creatures!


Inspire me with the love for that Sufi
that reigns from Ain Madi
The flower from the clan of At-Tijani

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
that holds firmly to the path of Imam Maliki
shining therein with immeasurable beauty

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
who sits at the feet of grand masters purely
For the sake of nearness to Your Majesty


Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Who travels to Fez the shiny city
To sit day and night in worship of Thee

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
That submerges himself in Thee
And in the ways of your Nabi

 Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Whom you conceal in concealment
And raise him to be the special one amongst the special ones

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
who opens his hand to receive
means from Your Perfect Prophet that fill the journey with ease

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
with whose teaching millions of tongues mention you so lively
as their hearts worship you vividly

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
whose actions of goodness are done with consistency?
a slave who is ever grateful to the bounties You give

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
whose image is a reflection of your Nabi
a jewel of light that shines ever so brightly



Inspire me with love for that Sufi
whom you have made the saintly seal
who never leaves the countenance of the Real


Inspire me with love for that Sufi
This sterling scholar, this fragrant ruby
the son of the blessed Al Hajj Abdullahi

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
that ploughs the field of servitude to Thee so gracefully
leading the great Jihad of the self so relentlessly

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
that floods the heart of multitudes with knowledge of Thee
till an inner state of worship is reached
where it is only You they see

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
who carves in the hearts of his followers
goodness and purity
with the chisel tip of his poetry

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
whose heartbeats replicate the footsteps
of the source of Your Mercy
in whose light his soul is buried deeply

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
who travels from the furthest
part of the Maghreb to the
Ancient Fareast in worship of Thee

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
whose standing, sitting and lying
only has You to please, his lungs
are filled with gratitude to You as he breathes

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
whose love for your beloved
permeates his being inwardly and outwardly
The one whom you have given the sweetness of Your intimacy

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
whose love for Thee turned Kaolack into a city
with a light of love for Thee
that lights the best of communities

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Upon whom you bestow with knowledge that overflows
beyond the limit that every knower has come to know
The seal’s unseen shadow

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
Whose presence is a heavenly breeze
A seed of the upright Sayidina Aliou Cisse

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
That roams the globe
In Your beloved’s robe

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
By whose hand those that did not know
Enter into submission to You in droves

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
That acts upon your commands so lively
And bows to you so gracefully

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
That drowns the soul deep
In the ocean of servitude with his pure speech

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
whose crown is Your worship
and Your remembrance has dyed his lips

Inspire me with love for that Sufi
that leads on a luminous mantle of Quran and Hadith
with an aspiration that raises the student’s state to a galactic zenith

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
whose sacred chain is endowed with complete ease
Whose Sujood to You does not retreat

Inspire with love for that Sufi
Who is an ambassador of women and children,
philanthropist and businessman in service of Islam

Inspire me with the Sujood of that Sufi
Whose station is light years beyond me
A diamond in time’s crown that shines so brightly




Inspire me with love for this Sufi
That says to me:
Perform your five daily prayers in congregation timeously
Respect your parents and treat them kindly
Purify your heart with the water of Allah’s remembrance morn and evening daily
And seek His Mercy, send prayer upon His beloved and negate All but Him.
Renew your faith with your beloved brothers weekly
And meet your beloved brethren for Allah's sake every day, remember your Lord sincerely
Foster in your heart the love for all Awliyah Allah
And remember that Allah has hidden his friends amongst those that submit

Inspire me with the Sujood of this Sufi
That says to me:
Hold on to Allah’s rope firmly
Remember Allah as often as you breathe

Inspire me with love for this Sufi
That Glows with Love for Muhammad your beloved slave
a love that engulfs his own existence

Inspire me with the Sujood of this Sufi
Whose eyes look at You only and seem to have forgotten sleep
This Sufi that lies beneath the blade of
Your Divine Will like a submissive sheep

Inspire me with love for this Sufi
Whose supplication is perfumed with sincerity
whose actions overpower my sight with serene humility

Inspire me with the Sujood of this Sufi
That says to me:
Propagate Islam to the members of your family
And the closest members to you are your limbs

Inspire me with love for this Sufi
That says to me:
It is a great aspiration to attain inward and outward likeness of the Nabi
But if you must choose sacrifice outward beauty.
And so I pondered:
That the rose’s fragrance is sweeter than her sight

Inspire me with the Sujood of this Sufi
That says to me:
You will achieve more if you do less continuously
Than if you do a lot occasionally



Inspire every part of me
With everything in him,
Inspire me from deep within.

O Allah fill our hearts with love for your beloved slave
And All those whom You love

And send serene salutations upon Muhammad Our Master and guide

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

MY BELOVED



In what language have you not been praised in?
For in every millionth movement of this moment
Every continent contemplates
about the light that radiates from your face

Your greatness is a tale that time cannot translate
Your noble character is a jewel for which space could not find a place

And though space spread
And Time talked
neither could attain the full expression
of your perfection

Souls struck
by your benevolence pour out layers of love
Placing abstract dimensions in humanity’s palm

Proving that poetry was created
Precisely for your praise

And that all forms of praise to you
Are poetry inked in infinity
An action by the Absolute
And His angels
A personal invitation to the faithful
From The Supreme

What fault do you find in the lover’s adoration?
Let it be yours

Let me be!

For love is the language created to praise my beloved
Love is the explosive expression from my heart to Muhammad

Love's sacred salutations are upon him

LOVE LETTER

Love Stories tickled our ears over ages
Poems of love have poured from hearts that have been under love's spell
Love's marvels are said to be too magnificent to tell

Love 

For you hath humankind poured palaces
Whose walls and floors 
are a cement of wars, ink, myths 
and marble made from paper, legends 
and poetry perfumed by pearly prose poured by Persian Poets

For you hath nations beaded patterns of volcanic emotions,
Many souls have sought you in the chemistry of  magical potions
Many hearts have consulted the stars the wise and the deluded
and so many hearts remain awake in the sleep of love in hope to dwell
forever more in your gardens that flower with fantasies most supreme

many souls remain in the imagination of love
imprisoned in the melody of the passionate flames 
of a fire that promises pleasure

But you remain hidden from the eye beguiled
by the garden or the fire in places higher
preserved for those who understand the harmony that harps havoc in their hearts  
The scent that sent their souls on a soul journ

So many have spoken of and yet so few have seen and even fewer tasted
leaving those that tasted wasted in wander

And so I ask
In the alphabet of time and all the letters written by humankind whose pen has unearthed your secret and the secret of your secret?

Love my desire
Though dozens upon dozens are drawn to your dancing flame  and others  disappear in the motion of your melting melody...you remain my desire

Love my desire
Though many faces are light with delight from the delicacies of your garden gorgeously laid with bewildering beauty...you remain my only desire

Love, leave not my side
least insanity eat me alive

Love, leave not my soul
Least my breathing becomes lifeless

Love leave not my mind
For if my thoughts become 
void of your thunder
My universe is split asunder
Every Moment an immortal torture
That would leave me mind less

Love forget me not
For you are my only Alphabet
And you are my only letter

Sunday, 8 September 2013

POETRY'S PILGRIM

Poetry's Pilgrim

Her soul branches
like pillars carrying the sky
her journey is greater than 
the bark of the great baobab
Pen and ink are her only provisions
With every tear that falls
A line of ink evaporates
as she remembers
she forgets

The beloved is dear
The abstract is near
Her canvas is clear
There is no thunder
pouring in hear ear
The end is here.

The pilgrim once plowed
The poet once penned
The world was once loud
The universe once weighed an ounce.




after reading:




http://www.facebook.com/notes/poetic-pilgrimage/the-desert-poem-by-sukina-pilgrim/10152715204580650

Saturday, 7 September 2013

LOVE IS FOREVER

Love not needed
Heart not seated
In the bond love beaded
Love not needed
The lousy lie has ended
Between the need necessity kneaded

Love not needed

What Frost bit cannot be heated
The red Ruby's romantic reflections cannot be repeated

Love not needed

All of Hope's oceans have been depleted
The artistic army of affection has been defeated

But..


Love will forever be the need

Love is forever the fruit and the seed
Love is forever the dance and the reed
Love is forever the sword and the shield
Love is forever the word and the yield
Love is forever the rain forest and it's flowering green
Love is forever what is heard, felt, seen and unseen
Love is forever the sleep and the dream
Love is forever the scent and the scene
Love is forever the thundering water and the rivulet serene
Love is life's light and everywhere that light has been
Love is forever frozen in every movement seen
Love is forever what every breath breathes to mean
Love's golden gleam germinates like wonder within

Love is a song soul never ceases to sing

Love is Beauty's only thing
Love is a secret sown by spring
Love is only known by the loving
Love only leads to Love
Love only needs Love


Wednesday, 8 May 2013

GATHER


I have time’s footsteps’ engraved on my tongue
Recorded in full emotion and expression.

I breathe life into your imagination
I teach your heart courage and inspiration
I vocalize the passion of your tribe
I narrate time with a hypnotizing vibe
I explicate every story with vigor and breath taking life

Now gather before I tell:
Lessons that lie in time’s oyster

Gather around the fire and feast!
Put your ear on the book of past voices
Echoing pages that dazzle your eye with theatrical art
Sway with that current of wonder that stirs your heart

Press your soul against the lip of your culture
Come close together as the Stars look down curiously
Come close together as the moon smiles so beautifully
Come close together and marinate yourself in nature
And listen to tales that will cause your fascination to rapture

And like this our ancestors continue give
Our tribe - life’s lifeless lessons of
Love’s musk, War’s sickening plot, a bleeding earth,
The color of character, The Magic in our soil,
The phenomenal fragrance of worship

 Like this our Ancestors continue to live
As Tomorrow begins to breathe
In the ears of a lively innocence that swims
In Life’s dark womb.
As Today creeps silently into time’s tomb.

Listen carefully
As I tell you of the ornaments from her soul
That dazed both farmer and hunter

She carries life in her tears
She paints her face playfully with passionate pigments
She holds her nutritious breast at the mouth of every creature
And smiles though we deplete her

She rewards hands that toil on her soil
She strides elegantly as she adorns a cloak of sensational seasons
She sings her blues in the waves of melodic oceans
She spoils her guests rotten with continental care
As the entire galaxy bears witness to her motherly kindness

And what of the fury of her soul?
That swirls with indomitable force
Or her volcanic rage that spills her anger?
Or her flooding tears that cover all with distraught?
And look in her mysteries, a million minds are caught

What a perfect poem is her soul, art that the Maker wrought
Of rhythmic captivating thought
And yet our global greed leaves her distraught
As we suffocate her soul in a blanket of smoke

Where then will life find hope?
For though curiosity dreams sweetly at the edge of the telescope
Common sense knows that she is our earthly home.

And as she ages towards her last page
And moves aside for a frightful stage
Then reborn on the 2nd blowing of a winged horn
How woeful indeed are the secrets here shown?
And eye sore where forgetful souls are thrown
And serving souls? How wonderful is their true home.

I take you to the forest of love

Where heavenly flowers blossom in dancing souls,
And tongues are pleased by the sweetest honey that only love knows
And hearts are scented by a fragrant affection that blows
Past locked eyes that are lost in a world where time’s haste is slow
And a river of promises never ceases to flow
And the seed of unknowns, firm in the soil of hope begins to grow
And the magic of companionship beautifully glows
As lovers are covered in the golden dust that Fate generously throws
But who now knows what Fate will now not show

And over there some souls wander
Alongside the towering mysteries of this wonder
In the dense marshes of fantasia they dream under
As a cloud of heavy emotions gather to plunder
Love’s paradise and render meshed souls asunder
A heavenly gift granted and now a memory that will not shatter
As sweethearts are blinded by a blaming thunder
And hate echo’s louder as the tree of withering love grows taller
And in its shade sit souls sobered by a vine of ache
A lesson that these souls will not shed, a pain to loud to ponder

I take you to the front line of a thousand wars
Where Rulers roar on battlefields of power
Where trust is murdered by deception
And honor is slayed by manipulation
Where wisdom labors peace

Where Kingdoms take flight on the golden wing of knowledge
Where truthful Kings feed the masses the fruits they pledge
Where council is taken at the feet of a sage
And rulers are sober with truths beverage
What a florescent page
Soon to be, a forgotten age

When the war drum whispers in infants' ears
And the grey become grateful for their silver years
And the village’s face is smeared with white fear
Wisdom’s eye begins to tear
At the sound of destruction that draws near
As warriors wage courage on fear
And death lives at the tip of flying spears
Where greed is quenched with blood
Where flames of hate consume villages
As a frightful force thrusts the hearts of the defenseless

Sorrow’s tearful page
Soon to be a forgotten page
A portrait of war’s curse
Death’s doomful verse


I narrate to you: a character

Who takes desire for an archer?
Whose arrow aims at a darting target
And hits nothing but regret
A slave who thinks himself to be a master
Whose labor cannot not find the bottom of his deepening pleasures
As he seeks to please his fading shadow
What greater reward is his than a chest of sorrow?

And another

Who knows his Master
Who takes truth for an archer
Whose arrow aims at a fixed target
And hits what his Master commands
A victory that forever stands
That slave who does not seek a greater pleasure
Than what will remain forever
For this is his only treasure
And servitude is his only leisure
For he knows with certainty his Master’s splendor


Now sit and with soul contemplate

Become overwhelmed by the essence of the Great Spirit
Allow the torch of introspection to illuminate
The secrets inscribed in the cave of your inner being

Like that blessed soul that sits in an orbit of worship to Truth
Whose cosmic existence exudes with rays of
Servitude with every lively action
Actions of Truth to Truth, for Truth, in Truth, with Truth, By Truth

What melodic traction
A galaxy of Love
That connects creation with Maker
A Love that completes creation
And makes that searching soul whole
A story of a beauty too intense to be told
A love that wrote Fate’s golden notes
A light the conducts the music of life

Now sense with spirit the music of the stories I tell
The teachings that time will continue to spell
To every era that shall dwell
Within the freedom of his spinning cell

What beautiful gems time’s tree leaves?
To crown the thoughts of those who ponder
To be worn by those who gather
In divine remembrance of what lives Forever
an action that perfumes the be-ing of every being
As Time continues to sing
A chorus of praise to the Being Supreme



Saturday, 4 May 2013

A JEWEL FROM MY RIB


All he longed for was to see evil
He made the choice to see the devil,   
This heart pure had once been
But now he bathed his heart in rivers of sin

He looks at her and cannot hear his mother's voice

He looks at her and cannot see his sister’s smile
He looks at her but cannot see Nature's face

All he sees is her sex appeal,

His eleventh fantasy before his eyes becoming real.
By the opium of his carnal desires, 
He becomes an analyst of the Creator's masterpiece

Where he is she will not know peace

for he is possessed by his own demon,
That increased his testosterone flow, 
in this state no beast will reason

She cannot not hear him 

panting wildly for her neck,

She cannot hear 

his vicious thoughts to suffocate 
all joys and smiles from her soul.
She couldn’t hear 
her protector 
turn into predator 
in an instant blink.

This tyrant was to powerful for her, 

and so this lioness roars for help,
her roar is heard but not listened too
he stripped her honor viciously 
as she asked herself 
who In society stripped him 
of his conscience?

His madness stood erect 

as he demolished the walls
that guarded her soul: her soul bled in bitter infinite tears,
As she wished this moment to end, 
her mind stood defeated,
it remained perplexed by 
this animal's disrespect for her womb.

She clenched the soil for strength

for her strength left her slowly 
 and slowly each smile each laugh 
was peeled from her soul, 
he plucked the petals from her soul. 
Now his madness is flaccid like his culture
He pulled out but still a violent fear echoed deep in her being.

Her soul lied with wounds that will not become scars

Her soul was bare like a poem without words









All he longed for was to hear  evil

He made the choice to listen to the devil
This soul pure had once been
but now he bathed his soul in rivers of sin

He bought a beautiful house

She turned it into a humble home
He worked hard to feed the children
She had a hard time giving them a wholesome culture

He took from a bottled evil; 

She stayed sober for the kids
Her beauty was blurred in his vision
She knew he'd forgotten himself

He rearranged her face:

He laid his hands on what he cannot make
She shadowed her fear in silence
He marginalizes her love 
and chooses to womanize

She digests her pain for the children

this coward’s ego can not be filled
but she stays as patient as a saint,
He missed her and broke the window
her home was broken.
The children’s hearts are broken,
She said ENOUGH!

So he figured he'll pull the trigger 

on her First
so that nothing will stand between
him and the kids,
then the little kids
Now they all lay  
in what once ran vividly in their veins
an eye blinding image framed in it are victims of a fool’s rage!

All he longed to say was evil

He made the choice to speak to the devil
This tongue pure had once been
but now he kept his tongue in a river of sin

He pours fabricated words for all around

with intent to tickle their ears with his mister money image.
He could talk sand into gold, 
He made pity walk off his conscience
so that his eyes would water no more,
 He has so much fear in him
that there are cob webs 
in every corner of  his wretched soul
But some how he always wears his killer mask.
He is king of beasts in this jungle with tarred paths

He lures her with dreamy sparkling ornaments that glow on her face;

He lures her with a cup of lies and stirred in it is a teaspoon of half truths
that she my taste the truth but all still a vicious lie
He lures her with sweet snow that makes her senses melt,
Even she cannot understand what she has become
He put a leash on her soul and sold her curving figure to 
hungry eyes that stand on moral ruins, 

she stood in the dead of night 

at the 90 degree end of the block
thinking of her last meal it 
was something white 
but not quite rice,

She wears the hottest outfit in the market 

picked out by him:
so tight on her it suffocated her skin, 
Her skin was chilled by a lonely breeze
She wins her customers' eye 
again and again, and again

She tried to put together the crumbles in her mind

But just then he'd unleash his crack then 
she would crumble in ecstasy, 
this is said to be the oldest profession

She's only fourteen!


Who Is she?

she is sister, she is mother
she is daughter, she is neighbor
She is a jewel from my rib!
She could be Africa
She is a nation, she is the third world
She is Bosnia, she is Sudan
she is Lebanon, She is Rwanda
She is Palestine, She is Cuba
She is Afghanistan, She is Kashmir
She is an overheated planet earth

And who is he? You tell me...


KEEP MY HEART AWAKE


Keep my heart awake
Lavishly light with love for Muhammad (May Peace be upon him)
Till my innermost being becomes as beautiful 
As Muhammad!(May Peace be upon him)

Keep my heart awake
In youthful yearning
For the golden gate
whose height only light can contemplate

Keep my heart awake
Fixed to the flow of
waters with a
God Conscious glow
That irrigates what grows

Keep My heart awake 
Between the Silence that precedes every breath
Between the stillness that speaks after every step
Between the life and death of every thought kept.

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Monday, 22 April 2013

THIS PILGRIMS PEN

THIS PILGRIM'S PEN

Powerful words

worded with waves
that crashed on the shore of creativity
covering the shorelines of our existence
coloring the grays of our ancient anatomy
with the beauty of the note that carried the first melody
and mothered music
tracing the tracks of our tragic testimony
the blindness that blinds us from our blindness
the knowing that gnaws at the knowing of unknowns
Painted by the abstract captions carved from the precious
marvel that liquefies into the poetry in This Pilgrim's Pen 
A rose reddened by a ruby like remembrance
That echoes beyond mounting moments
That spans beyond the space of spaces

A spoken soul, A striking spear

A seeker of peace
In our world of war

Between the lines drawn 
by her saffron ink
May you begin to think 
of Allah's Majestic Roar

(Inspired after reading a poem by Sukina Pilgrim of Poetic Pilgrimage)

http://www.facebook.com/notes/poetic-pilgrimage/a-lovers-tongue-poem-by-sukina-pilgrim/10152716797555650