Salik Adam Atiq
An Hour Glass Presence
she has an hour glass
presence
and an ivory essence
and a mahogany message...
she carries ambrosia's scent
of the first day of spring
her being is a perennial
reminder
that sometimes silence
can sing a calming lullaby
amidst the clutter
and smoothe a stutter
into prolific countenance
which reminds her
that beauty has a purpose:
to scultp perception's depth
of the sky
to be
from the ocean's bottom...
where pearls form
and yet bottom feeders rome...
and both are at home
and both are a part of the ocean's foam
on its surface
on the surface, beauty
is separate and distinguished,
but its worth is where it intermingles with
perceptions shifting paradigms
changing us with the timeless
becuase time is singluar
an hour glass presence
of the essence
carrying Divine Beauty's message.
Beautiful Things to You
I wanna' say
beautiful things to you
simply because
I have been blessed to say
the single most valuable word
whose value is weighed with
whenever it weaves its way
from tongue to ear
and brain to heart
the start of the best of intentions
in mentioning here
the local ecosphere
bonded with the helioshpere
viewed, heard and spoken of
from the socio-sphere
where we hope for clear
resonance in all our relations
relative to our love for integrity
and moral fibre bonding families'
lifestyles forging reverance
for the source of everything
I do
and I wanna' say
beautiful things to you
Praise be to God!
which scents do you blend,
brother?
thank you for covering
my shortcomings, sister
it inspires faith
witnessing
people hear and obey
for God's sake!
she stopped painting her nails
he stopped checking for her
we sacrificed various means
to plans to achieve
goals
in exchange for
appropriate means of nearness
to The One Single Supreme
Perfect Planner
and human life spans
exponentially less than
a day to God...
just under a thousand years ago
the grandfather of Rumi
said beautiful things to him
and I have read The Drowned Book
and I wanna' say
beautiful things to you!
simply because
I have been blessed to say
the single most valuable word
of God.
The Transfer of Longing
from me, you or we
from any person
from food and lust
from 'power' and 'strength'
from undue respect
from the comfort of home
to the dirt earth
to the vast sky
to the expanding
centrifugal horizon
to the lunar light
spinning cycles of fatigue
and energy through the body's
cellular galaxy late night
from wrong reasons to write
to relearning flight
patterns of creative work
from the pollen and flowers' scents
to their process of coming to be
from the form
to the essence behind it
from body to heart and soul
and back to body again
and again
until there's nowhere left
to transfer longing to
but Him
Hu?
Allah!
