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2005-06-16T05:36:00.000-07:00

Ibrahim's intention was accepted by Allah,
Bear witness and fall into submission,
And listen to the earth weep
As it remembers the day
It kissed the forehead of Husayn.

© Jibrael

Old poem - untitled

2005-06-08T15:28:00.000-07:00

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, when I was much much younger. I found it among some things when I was cleaning up.

You changed my world
You changed my life.

You are the single Angel of Jannat
That altered the course of my destiny.

Allah took your noor, from the land of the Angels
And he re-created you
Now you are the noor from the land of my heart
You have become the Destiny of my life.

If only you knew
The depths I would travel
The heights I would scale
The mysteries I would unravel

Ya Allah! Send me Babel.
I will climb it for her and steal its jewel

I see in my dreams
Your face and you smile
I wish in my heart
To be by your side again

To feel you in my arms
To touch you once more
I would give up heaven
I see the depths of your eyes
And I become lost
I drop my compass, and I burn my map
Because to spend eternity in your heart.
Allah know's that is my jannat.

© Jibrael Hussain

Earthly Contradiction & Heavenly Union

2005-06-02T10:01:00.000-07:00

All I see is Your Light.
All I breathe is Your Fragrance.
All I feel is Your Mercy.
All I crave is Your Closeness.

I love to be in Your Garden.
Intoxicated by the nectar of Your Rose.
Why do you send my back to the hive?
Why does winter starve me
Of that Celestial Garden that is You?

The flames of my heart,
Are burnt in Your Burning Bush.
The rivers of blood within me,
Are engulfed in the redness of Your Wine.

I long to be that lonesome tree,
Standing against every storm.
Waiting for that Flash from the heavens,
That I may be annihilated,
And as ash rejoin the Earth from which I came.

Oh Allah!
Swallow me into your Tornado,
I want to feel the Touch of God.
In that Swirling Storm,
That frenzied madness,
I want to experience,
The serenity of your Eye,
And the violence of Your Massacre.

Tear this cage of mine apart,
In that earthly contradiction,
And that heavenly union

Because it is only You,
Who can truly set me free.

© Jibrael

Let Us Remember

2005-05-15T08:58:00.000-07:00

There are those who crave,
For the light of the wax candles of the east.
And those who chase,
The illumination of neon in the west.

Why dont we stop and be motionless?
Let our feet take root in the bed of raging rivers.
To recognise those that are reflections,
And find our balance.

Let us massacre the craving,
And end the chasing.
Destroy these idols of existence,
These fabricated cloaks of mullas,
And these logos of runners.
So we may remember that which warmed our backs,
And recall the enchantment of dusk.
In order to realise the light of the Sun,
That was always there.
In our chasing and craving,
In our living,
And our dying.

© Jibrael

Ina'tehk 'Anneh

2005-04-10T15:52:00.000-07:00

I entered and saw many
Expressions, something pulled me to a group.
Then I saw a face.
That face...
Her Face.

The contours of Her cheeks were smooth like the rounded
Stones of shallow carribean waters.
Her Eyes were as gems of the deepest ocean, when I fell in,
My body lost its Need for oxygen and instead craved for her.
I was drowning in her beauty. They glistened
Like the watery surface on a moonlit Night. Her
Lashes were as delicate as the induvidual petals of a daisy,
Yet at the same time they were dark and razor sharp.
They sliced through the air when her eyes dissapeared into her face.
Her sensual fragrance could be compared to that
Of a flower which blooms but once in a lifetime,
And each breath I took I had experienced a lifetime.

Forget lauching a thousand ships for Her!
Helen was not even comparable to the dust under Her feet.
Forget Paris and Ilium......Aphrodite was wrong it was not lady troy,
For had she have known of Her, she would have ended herself in envy.
Her smile, so hypnotising that it could even turn Medusa to stone.
The hair upon Her head, long and dark. The way it moved in the wind was
As if it was an entity itself. It moved to hide her face and
Then moved to reveal it, tempting and teasing me.

I pray to the Lord, that we will be united once more.
For when my Soul Mate was sent to you oh Creator of the Heavens,
You chose Her for me.
And now our souls are locked together by the Unspoken Bond
Till eternitiy's end.

© Jibrael

Tear of Fatima

2005-03-31T21:27:00.000-08:00

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

Help me carry on

2005-03-22T02:30:00.000-08:00

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

Mistakes

2005-03-20T22:56:00.000-08:00

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

Waiting for Salvation

2005-03-16T00:39:00.000-08:00

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, but be.

2005-03-04T15:23:00.000-08:00

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

My Love

2005-03-02T10:40:00.000-08:00

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

The Contradiction of Existence

2005-02-18T16:59:00.000-08:00

Flames burn in the rain from the sky,
Ice cracks in the corona of the sun.
Water flows in the volcano's anger,
Angels rest in the splitting of the earth.

Flowers bloom in the sands of the desert,
Plants flourish in the darkness of the night.
The blind man walks with conviction,
While the seeing man walks without real sight.

The glass in half full and yet it is half empty.
The stars shine but they are already gone.
Behold everyone, the contradiction of existence.
And ask yourself where you really came from.

© Jibrael

Emancipation

2005-02-11T14:37:00.000-08:00

The air around me,
Sometimes calm and warm.

Sometimes it is breezy
Sometimes there are storms.

I move my wings,
In monotonous 4:4 time.

But the heaven and the earth,
Both weep at my crime.

Its a crime to myself,
And also creation.

Contributing my flight,
To the world of damnation.

Caught up in the calm,
I can't fly in the storm.

Losing my fire in the breeze,
Dissolving my definition of one.

Got to tune my wings,
To the harmony of reason.

Stop being a sheep,
And emancipate my freedom.

Obliterate the march,
Submit to the one true Law.

Embrace my new domain,
Where Eagles soar.

© Jibrael

The Time Has Come

2005-02-09T10:51:00.000-08:00

It is time;
The time has come to disappear,
I have seen the world.
I have spoken to the birds.
And I have conversed with the Angels.

I have fought,
I have died and,
I have risen again.
My heart is weak now.

My heart is too old to accept anything else.
My time is too short to plant any more trees.
I am done bathing in the pools of destiny.
I have finished all the wine of the mystics.

After everything, that Angel never returned.
I have waited a lifetime for her, she never came.
The time has come to go,
Hand me my book.

For I must lay on my bed,
And recite the words of salvation.
For I would rather be annihilated
In the light of the next world for Her.
Than look and stumble
Through the darkness of this world for Her.

Give me my last witness,
Teach me my last verse,
Let me cry my last tear.
For the time has come.

© Jibrael

Let Me Return

2005-02-06T14:47:00.000-08:00

I see the bareness of the landscape,
I've felt the futility of the flight of Icarus,
Like a fallen angel I walk this earth.
Unable to die, yet unable to live

In the depths of every canyon,
And the peaks of every mountain,
I have exhausted every wonder.
I have witnessed the universe within the flame,

And seen the force of creation,
Within the glimmer of a maiden's tearful eye.
Wake me up from this dream,
I don't belong here.

This place isn't my house.
I don't want what the book speaks of heaven.
I don't fear what they warn of hell.
Be it an eternity of bliss or an eternity of torment.

Without You they are both meaningless.
To some He is wrath,
To others He is mercy,
To me He is All and more.

So I beg,
Give me back my wings,
And let me return.
Because to me, He is home.

© Jibrael

The Chalice of My Heart

2005-02-04T10:33:00.000-08:00

Can you hear it?
That is the chalice of my heart.
It overflows with love for You.
The seams want to burst and
The glass wants to shatter
Because Your love fills it.
Oh my Love, my Love!

My soul is shredding,
It is separating,
It can't hold itself together without You.

These tears that baptize my face,
They exist only because
Your love has flooded the delta of my heart
The flood has crushed the boats of greed,
It has uprooted the beach trees of pride.
Your ocean of wine has drenched everything.

I am drunk!
I am destitute!
I am lost and lonely!
The moon in her majesty,
Is my only companion.
She hears my cries and,
My wailing in the night.
I call out to You,
Oh my Love!

© Jibrael

Untitled § 1

2005-02-02T15:13:00.000-08:00

The water-dweller glides through his river of reality,
In constant awe of the silvery surface above,
In wonder of what is beyond.

Oh my Friends!
Be as the water-dweller
And crave for what is beyond the silvery surface.

Let the yearning overcome you,
And light those candles,
With the forest of your heart.

See that water-dweller burst into flames,
And like a Phoenix,
Arise from a river of fire.

Breathe the air for the first time,
See the sunlight with your new eyes,
Feel the wind enter you and surround you.
Feel it shake you and take hold of you.
You are now the sky-walker.

Let the storm that rages above the water,
Take you to new heights,
So that you may kiss the moon,
Speak with the stars,
And feel the comfort of every cloud.

And when you pass that final barrier,
Prepare to die a thousand deaths,
Each one sweeter than the next.

Then fall,
And feel the wind tear through every feather,
And the sun scorch every hair,
And clash with your watery world again.

Behold! You are baptized once more.

© Jibrael

A Poem by Rumi

2005-01-24T19:31:00.000-08:00

The Agony and Ecstasy of Divine Discontent: The Moods of Rumi

In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.

Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
With the exultation of your Spirit.

By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
And lose myself
In the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
And feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I'm sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
The sheiks and mullahs roam
The dark alleys of these towns
Not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
But stand mute
With the agony of wishing in my heart.

The Decision

2005-01-13T11:22:00.000-08:00

In the darkness of the night,
When the sky walkers are sleeping.
When the water dwellers are still;
The mountain's roar
Is silenced by the weeping of a father.

His tears are lost in the sands of time,
The ashes of his forefathers,
The dusty footprints of his ancestors.
They are born and they die,
Phasing in and out of existence,
Their purpose of being is to fall.

The father rises from his grave of sorrow.
He begins to dance the counter-clockwise circle,
Chanting the words of the ancients.

The sky-walkers awaken to the sound of his chanting,
The sea-dwellers move to the sound of his feet,
He gives life to the dust as he moves through the circle.
The ancestors return,
The ancients are weeping
And he decides it is a good day to die.

© Jibrael