Eight Feet Tall

Bismillah… I am a dwarf. But I am standing on the shoulder of a giant. And the view is great from up here! You can have the same view, too! But at first you have to admit that you are a dwarf. And then you have to stand on the shoulder of a giant.

My best friend

Who is
Going to light
My path
When darkness
Obscures it?

Who is
Going to
Remind me
Of a brighter
Tomorrow?

If not You,
Who will
Warn me?

When
The whole world
Wants to trap
My soul?

If not for You
I would not
Have found
The Straight Path.

If not for You
I cannot make it
To the end.

I know not
What to do
With myself.

Eagerly
I wait for You
To guide me.

Until
My last breath.
And beyond.

………………………..

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: March (date:?), 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-f5

I am coming

I am coming
Riding
On a teardrop.

I am coming
To see
Your Face.

The Face
That will not
Perish when
Everything else
Will!

I am coming
To be
Your neighbour
In heaven.

I am coming
To know
That You
Have forgiven
Me.

I am coming
To know
That me struggles
Are finally
Over.

I am coming!
I am coming!!
I am coming!!!

Please open
Your doors
For me!

………………………..

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: March 16, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-f2

The beggar

A beggar
Is standing
At Your door.

Begging
For food,
Clothes
And shelter.

Yes!
A beggar!
That is
Who I am!

You sent me
To Earth
Empty-handed.

I own nothing.

Nothing owns me.

To You
We all
Belong.

From You
We all
Seek help.

Mercy!
Mercy!
Have mercy
On my soul!

………………………..

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: undated, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-eY

The advent of a secret

I can feel
The advent
Of a secret.

It is so secret
That even
I don’t know
What it is.

And when I know,
I will not
Tell you.
You see,
It is a secret!

It is
A secret
That words
Cannot convey.

There are
Some words
You do not
Understand.

When your heart
Does not feel.

When it is time,
Your heart
Will know.

Then we will
Relish the secret
Together.

In silence.

………………………..

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 07, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-eU

Ancestors

Sadness is
A part of me.
Like flesh
And blood
And bones.

I nourish
My sadness
With hours of
Loneliness.

A loneliness
That grips me
Like
A straitjacket.

Me and
My sadness.
We are
Inseparable.

Like me and
My shadow.

I miss them.
I miss them.
I miss them.

I miss
My spiritual
Ancestors.

I am waiting
Patiently.
To meet them.

Remembering:
The teacher
Will come when
The disciple
Is ready.

………………………..

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 18, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-eR

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