There is You,
The Nectar in the line of my Eyes where Kohl meets,
The Point of which two Rivers, stream either in ecstasy, or in sorrows,
You have even created that which I see you from, feel you from, be humbled from,
It is a Seeing, as the Fanaa I experience, following my looking, exudes it,
I have lost my eyes to You,
You, engrained in every Sight,
My Holiness,
I have Surrendered,
You’ve hidden inside of Me,
Like the Molten inside a Volcano,
This inner churning of delight ,
My every atom burning in hysteria,
I have experienced this Romanticism for years,
Never thinking it was you,
That you were the Magnificence behind this,
Melting,
This Rememberance
That you have been closer to my Jugular,
Right here, in the river of my Neck,
No,
In the ocean of this Blood,
No,
In every Atom that curated me,
And the Soul which was blown into me,
The Spirit that dances,
You manifested into all that surrounds me,
These hummingbirds,
The Rain as it pours, like a Monsoon,
The Ground as it shakes,
The trees and how they flower orange, pink and blue,
The Fruits edible,
Blooming the extraordinary, all in image of you,
You the Creator of these Insects, these intricate bodies filled with colours and designs not imaginable,
These butterflies that perch on the flowers I write around, all with their own Patter,
Every bird I hear sing it’s own song,
The volcanoes and how I sleep embraced by three of them,
It’s grounding , heavy, deep, the dormancy,
Reminds me to step slowly,
and the Lake at the end of my garden,
how it purifies me of my Sorrows,
I talk for hours to Her, as if she was my Ama,
Or Maybe that’s also You,
You have hidden between my gums,
My constant grinning a reminder of your Transparency,
You have unveiled yourself,
I have fallen to my Knees,
My humbleness paying Adhab,
I could sit for hours,
Becoming dazed by your presence,
In Everything.
Ya Wadood, ya Da’im,
Ya Sattar
You are closer then I ever imagined.
Hasbu N’allah , Wa Ni’mal Wakeel,
Wa la Hawla, wa La Quwata illah billahil,
Aliyul Azeem.