Inspirations

he’s fled the shoe rack, and he’s dropped his shoes.

And who are you? Zayd could not find himself;

he’s like the star on which the sun has shone.

You’ll find there is no sign nor signal of him;

you’ll find no clue along the Milky Way.

The sense and speech of our forefathers are

suffused within the light of our king’s wisdom.

Their senses and intelligences lost

in wave on wave of ‘be arraigned before us’.

When morning comes it is the time of burden;

the stars that had been hidden go to work.

God gives sensation to the senseless ones,

to rings of them, with rings upon their ears.

They dance and wave their hands about in praise,

rejoicing with ‘O Lord You have revived us.’

Their scattered skin and dislocated bones

turned into horsemen churning up the dust.

On Resurrection Day the gratef

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ungrateful change to being from non-being.

Why snatch away your head? Do you not see?

Did you not turn it first in non-existence?

Your feet were planted firm in non-existence.

You asked, ‘Who will uproot me from my place?’

Do you not see the action of your Lord?

He is the One who takes you by the forelock.

And so He draws you to all sorts of states

of which you had no inkling or conception.

Non-being is eternally his servant.

To work, O demons! Solomon’s alive!