My dead skin is falling off beneath me

No longer am I satisfied with

With false platitudes of love

The blood within my right hands

Is being drawn towards one direction

Towards Kaaba...within the stillness

Through the solitude of the open woods

Through the emptiness of the sky

Reaching to other dimensions

In an oasis within a desert

Of a foreign land

The light where souls fall

: Like dust particles to the ground

That will resurrect itself

To new growth

I see storm clouds now

I am waiting for rain

For a garden to grow

Is love enough to quench

The thirst of a parched throat

I am reading the direction

The map written within the Koran

No longer satisfied with the daily word

Of the masses

Words...talk...are stumbling blocks

Within the silence

Hurdles that I can no longer control

Or be responsible for the other's action

But my own

I am looking towards the silence

Facing the Kaaba

Where I prostrate myself as a novitiate

Where I can separate the earthly, guilt-ridden body

Who I am in my daily life

As a lover

Who can give the purity of my soul

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  By: S. Bushra Khan - MuslimBridges

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