Communing with the Heart

Blessed to sit down on the prayer mat and proceed in Arabic cries

Here in Spring’s summer -sticking this visage up to azure tinted skies

Camouflaging the wetness of my face with water falling from the heaven

With two magnificent marble eyes, and skin made from petals of jasmine

This is not rain from clouds, but rather mist from the ocean that flies

Splashing, dripping down my cheeks and jaws as another ego dies

This is not the salt from tears I taste

Rather a flavour of seas in the wind

Humans do not live by bread alone but by every word that is received

From the mouth of God

And understanding one mouth of God to be the mind of humanity

However flawed

We ought to take care of the garden in our minds, how we talk to ourselves

Lessons have truly been learnt

Beaerer, do not sin again

As the decade came to an end

I have found

It is much better to commune with your own heart

Upon your own bed

And remain silent

It’s from الله