.

See the tear of the Lady of Light
Like a pearl from heaven.

Watch it fall from the peak of creation
Into the ocean of eternity.

Oh People! Find this single tear
In the depths of the pool of existence.

And that will be the day
You will feel the touch of God.

© Jibrael

All I have done is help,
And try to be happy,
Yet they still hurt me.

These mullahs do their pilgrimages,
And return more cruel than before.
Oh Allah! They hurt me so much.

They manifest the darkest possibilities,
From the evil within them.
Are they blind to the innocence before them?

Have You veiled them from my bleeding heart?
It bleeds from the suffering of Your creatures.
My blood and their tears,
Flowing together like tributaries,
Into a river of sadness.

Oh Allah!
They chain me down.
They lock me away.
They disable me.

Can't they see my eyes saturated with tears?
Can't they see the love I have to give?
Can't they feel the compassion spilling out,
To quench the thirst of those around me?

These people testify
That it is vinegar drenching Your creatures.

Oh Allah!
You know it is merely a baptism of milk,
And an ablution of Your purest wine.

© Jibrael

So much darkness around me
Disillusionment, at the real truth
Brothers beating themselves
Into a blackness
The roots are being sliced
The leaves begin to fall
And the wind of time
Carries them into nothingness

Left in the graveyard of torment
At their pondering on the wrong turn
They blame each other
They blame themselves
The real truth is so clear
They walked the path
Without understanding it.

© Jibrael

Hear the pain of the Cello, as he walks through the streets at night.
Hiding in the shadows, hidden among evil, to be with the good.
His life is an atonement and a search. . .
Draped in the darkness which surrounds him.
His face always expressionless yet touch him,
And you can feel his pain.
Waiting for the moment of release, waiting for hope.
Insanity trails him, because no one understands him.
Only the Caretaker know how he feels. . ..
He lives to die And will die to live.

© Jibrael

Dont be the Jewel,
But be it's glimmer.

Dont be the Ocean,
But become the dew drop.

Cease being the Symphony,
Become the note.

Realise the sweetness is in the drop of honey,
But try and take the Hive and you will be stung.

© Jibrael

I am tired!
I am tired of their questions!
My answer brands me a madman here,
But there,
In the world of love.
In that existence that occupies the chalice of my heart.
In that reality where my blood is on fire.
Where my heart explodes inside me,
Where it is reborn,
And where it explodes again.
In that world my Answer is correct.

If there was anything in heaven and earth,
That would define love in its vastness of beauty.
And its depths of pain because of separation.
Anything at all!
It would be You, oh my Love.
It IS You, oh my Love.

And as I dream in my salat,
Of my journey to Makkah.
And as I see the Kaaba herself weeping,
And her veil bursting into flames
Because she sees what is within my heart,
I know it is the Truth,
Oh my Love.

© Jibrael