Who You Truly Are... Inspired!

You are you. A collection of atoms whirling to the Music of Muhammad,
The Inspired Composition.

1. Good things happen III

“O’ love”, she said.

“I am unable to believe

In myself. I have forgotten

How to, or perhaps

I never knew how.”

He said, “If you cannot believe

In yourself, it is simply

Because you are not

Wholly aware of just

Who you are.”

“Who am I then?”, she asked.

“You are you. An inspired verse

In the Book of Muhammad,

The Inspired Message.

You are you. A collection

Of atoms whirling

To the Music

Of Muhammad,

The Inspired Composition.

You are you. A daughter

Born from a good father

And a good mother,

An Eve in a Garden of Eves,

Tended to by Muhammad,

The Inspired Gardener.

You are you. A sparrow

Cart-wheeling in a graying sky

Lit bright by the Stars

Of the Companions,

Gathered in the

Eden of Muhammad,

The Inspired Heaven.

You are you, A dew forming in a

Morning’s gentle rays,

As angels crowd your ear,

Whispering, “Awake, awake!

Fear no fear, o’ daughter of Fatima

The Inspired Essence!”

You are you. A question

Posed in a sentence written

From Alpha to Omega,

Drawing from the perfection

Of Muhammad’s answers,

The Inspired Tradition.

You are you. A humming-bird

Floating from flower to flower,

Tree to tree, delighting in

The sweetness of the

Rose of Muhammad,

The Inspired Nectar.

You are you. A river coursing

Through the meadow

Of God’s thoughts, on

Your way, wild and wayward,

To the Fountain of Muhammad,

The Inspired Ocean.

You are you. The weary tear

Of sorrow and silence, wrapped in

The Solace of Muhammad,

The Inspired Prayer.

I know all this

Because I glanced once

In my wandering miles

Looking for the North Star,

And I saw you on the path,

Walking ahead of me while

Scattering light drops from

The Flight of Love,

Muhammad al-Mustafa.

You turned, o’ love

And spoke to me,

And this was what

You said, “Oh dearest,,

If you find me forgetful,

Remind me who I am.”

So you see, o’ love

It simply had to be,

To remind you

As I was bidden,

And write for you

To read, what

Was meant to

Be written…

That when you believe in yourself,

Good things happen…

Sometimes we simply forget who we are. With the world harassing you with problems, with your Facebook, Twitter and Blackberry poking you to distraction, how will you recall your original identity?

When we breath, we often forget our own breathing, taking our existence for granted and being distracted by things which are in truth, mundane and trivial. Well, the sinner is here today, free of charge, to remind you who you truly are.

...And sunshine, what can I say? You are Inspired.

Have a lovely Monday.

wa min Allah at-taufiq.