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.

Joy

Bismillah

Be in charge
Of your own
Joy.

The miraculous
Life force
That goes in
And out of you
With every breath
Quietly demands
Wholehearted
Celebration.

You are
Part of the
Glory unfolding
In the seen
And unseen.

Your foot steps
Create
Bread crumb trails
Shining like
Star dust.

For little girls
To follow
And fall in
Love with.

What are you
Leaving
For tomorrow’s
Sun
To shine on?

Your heart has
Hidden gems
That you must
Share with those
Stumbling
In the dark.

There they are.
Shriveling
In their own
Forgotten corner.

Not knowing
How much
You have
To help them rise
And shine again.

Hold your breath.
Take a deep dive.
Come back with
Hands full of
Happy thoughts
From the depth
Of your being.

You never know
Who will be
Mesmerized
By the light
In your eyes.

And start digging
For their own joy
Again.

………………………..
Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: July 31, 2018
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Transmission

Bismillah

She cut her finger
With a rainbow
Gleaming on the skin
Of her kitchen knife.

And out of her wound
Poured a flow of words.

She had silenced her voice
And kept it hidden
Inside the cavity of
Her being. Now it found
An escape route.

Finally.

The words rose high
To form little clouds
Of dreams. And she
Stood drenched

In a sudden downpour
That was welcome yet
Surprising.

She opened her lips
To relish – with her longing
Taste buds – the sweetness
Of falling honey drops.

And there in the moist,
Loving space inside
Her mouth, dreams bloomed
Like rare flowers.

She began to speak
In a soft, care-free tone
That seduced hearts to come
To a standstill and
Soak in the fragrance
emanating.

They listened. Spellbound.
Letting each word unveil
A layer in their deep
Unconscious that they
Did not know existed.

The words she spoke
Took root in their hearts
Like innermost secrets.

And when the secrets bloomed
Under divine supervision,
They began to speak and
Seduce.

Bringing hearts down
To their knees.
Reconnecting to The Lord.
Seeking and anticipating
And receiving blessings
In the end.

………………………..
Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: September 03, 2016
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The riddle

Bismillah

Perhaps
Love is
Meant to be

A lonely riddle.

Waiting
With its
Jigsaw puzzle
Pieces.

Each fragment
Full of
Assuring hints.

Perhaps
You are
Meant to be

A lone traveler.

Waiting
On the path
Of love.

To solve
The riddle
Of your
Own heart.

When you know
Your own heart

You know
The divine image

Love embodies.

………………………..
Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: August 28, 2016
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The new dress

Bismillah

She wore her faith
Like a brand new
Delicate dress.

Humbly.
Joyfully.
Cautiously.

She let it grow
Like a new layer
Of protective skin.

Saving it from
Stains that
Threaten to sully

The fabric of
Her expanding
Consciousness.

………………………..
Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: August 28, 2016
short url: bit.ly/2bsDheI

Sometimes

Bismillah

Sometimes
I just want
To fade away.

Into nothing
Because

My heart and soul
Are always filled

With something.

You know that feeling?

We grow weary.
Yet we endure.

It’s not big vortexes
That suck
Our hearts.

But…

Those little ones
Throughout
The day.

A little here.

A little there.

We are depleted
Before downtime.

But where can we go?

Everywhere we go
We take our selves
With us.

And the journey
Burdens us more.

Sometimes we are
Miles apart.

From peace
That heals.

Our broken pieces.

And sometimes
We are just
One step away.

From surrender.

We forget
We are not alone.

We forget
To remember
That He remembers us.

When we remember Him.

………………………..
Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: August 26, 2016
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