In the Name of Allah, Most Merciful and Compassionate
All praise to Allah, Lord of the Worlds. And salutations and greetings upon our Master Muhammad and upon his family and companions.
“Poetry is the crown of literature.” – W S Maugham
Treasures for the Seeker intends to share the creative utterances of dear ones with you all. We pray that they stir and realise within us Muhammadan reflection, Muhammadan love, and Muhammadan transformation.
Allahumma Amin. Allahumma Amin. Allahumma Amin.
In the name of The Most Lovingly Compassionate,
The All-embracing Giver of that inner peace that can only be found in Divine presence,
The One who bestows peace, mercy and blessings on those seeking gnosis through the Most Blessed of Essence.
And may the eternal peace, blessings and Divine secrets rest forever on our most Beloved,
The One whose remembrance stirs hearts out of slumber,
spiralling into the depths of the most beautiful surrender.
All praise to the One who allows us to sit down and ponder,
the One who allows us to reflect,
and put pen to paper.
When will I remember that this pain springs not from the earthly wounds of trauma, loss, and being cut off,
But that it gushes forth from the much deeper well of realising after too much time is lost,
Just how far my state is from where I thought it was.
When will I fail to be fooled by counting up countless Salawat,
Placing each of these tasbeeh beads on cobwebs spun out of a desire for that which can never last.
When will I recall that no matter how long the journey,
How many empty turns and upturned pain,
That somewhere underneath it all,
a seed was planted,
longing for the Prophetic call.
When will I remember that the light and water needed to grow this seed,
does not lie in someone else’s eyes, or lives,
in their Prophetic looking faces beneath which lie all the empty promises and un-Prophetic lies.
When will I see that what you seek is seeking you,
That each blow, each arrow, each lash, each tear,
each and every drop of blood is a reminder that the Muhammedan light is here,
Deeply rooted but ready to spring forth,
One day will come the realisation that it’s not for anyone else to unearth.
But in truth.
All these feelings of trauma and loss,
rejection and pain,
Comes from seeing the unravelling of everything my soul does contain,
Unearthing these empty chests, and all the loss they retain,
Empty salawats lay in caskets of blame.
When will I turn to you fully,
When will I occupy all these fleeting moments with only you on my tongue, in my heart and on my mind?
When will I learn that each blow is simply the wind withdrawing from the emptiness that permeates not praising you,
in every aspect,
at every moment,
with each and every blessed drop of water from the sacred oceans of time.
When will I recall that what’s needed for this great work,
The greatest mission,
The greatest call; is to be quenched with true sincerity in seeking out the light and blessed drops of water from the most Most Beloved source of all.
When will I remember that each blow that wedges the peg deeper into the realisation of emptiness and pain,
Is simply opening up more space from which to call Your blessed name.
Ya Nabi (prayers and peace be upon him)!