Sit with True Ones

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim

Oh Loving One
We are liars here tonight
Swaying in an imitated ecstasy
The second we leave these doors
A thousand ilahs spring up in our hearts.

But sometimes during these sittings
When our teacher returns
It comes like
A sword from heaven.
An authority beyond pretence and affectation.
An energy like God's energy
Indeed God's energy
Filtered through man
Hitting Kuffar on the head
Coming like the hand of the principal
At school-
This foolishness your playing at
Has to stop
What you pretend to be
is now exposed
And truth is rattling at your doorsteps.
And no matter how deep you buried your soul,
In what cell you've locked it,
Behind what darkness
It hears the shaking,
And begins the calling:
Oh Lord make this crying on to you
the only true thing I do.
In an ocean of falseness may my resonance be true
Whatever I was given to reach you
May I jump on it and fly
My heart cries out,
Let me escape
from this ribcage nightmare!

For verily every falsehood oppresses
and the Truth is setting me free
My soul is singing now
Our teacher is back
A lamp for a thousand souls
Is rekindled again
And the garden of my heart
Is wet once more
And the slow strangulation of modern life begins
to weaken
like the cold loosening grip of a dying
boa constrictor.
and the flower begins to open into
ten thousand petals of light.