Lost love.

As I scramble to my feet out of that dense forest..... I see her

I see her standing at the edge of a cliff.

She has her back to me and her face to the sun.

The wind blowing violently but it does not budge her.

Her hair blowing in the wind.. ah its so beautiful. 

Her hair so long, its color... hazel brown, its so smooth

I go back to the days that I used to run my fingers through her hair.

The light of the sun is glimmering off her hair.

The wind blows ever stronger, she steps closer to the edge of the cliff.

I yell out her name but no sound leaves my mouth, so yell it again and still no sound

She turns around, time seems to slow to craw.

Eventual my eyes met hers. Green like that of an emerald, shaped like that of a blessed almond.

Her eyes express her love and compassion, her genital smile slowly pulls me toward her. 

I am completely enamored by her look.

As I move forward towards her she leans backwards and falls off the cliff.

I yell ' NO!' I run and without a thought I jump off the cliff to catch her.

I fall towards her, I almost have her in my arms, then she fades away.

I see the rock below me. The moment I hit the rocks, I awake in my bed to realize it was only a dream of the one i loved.

-Walid Abd.

Love is like Sand

Love is like Sand.
With the wind it is forever shifting
From once place to another
Until it's been captured by the Lover.

-Walid Abd

Enter Oh Beloved

From the shore the Ocean looks peaceful and calm
But my dear Beloved when you sail deep into its center
It becomes Rough, Cold and Unstable.

So I say to you my Beloved my outer shell may looked crude and wrinkled

But my inner center is Calm, Warm and Gentle.

I invite you to enter, leaving the world behind
Come, Come in and feel Loves gentle embrace.

-Walid Abd

When We Meet - Alex Cowie

When we meet, I
will be drowning
beneath the diversionary desires
of all my most oblivious years

when You come from far horizons, I
will dream all colours of madness
in the unspeakably sweet scent
of Your ocean heart's blossoming dawn

if You come suddenly like rain, with
a new moon in Your darkening shadows, I
will turn
as the tides turn
& brighten in the storm

this shall be the breaking of every drought

as the desire of my mind becomes the desire of my heart

I shall be drowning
when we meet . . .


THE TIDE OF LOVE

what day will reach Your hand to me?
which sunrise blind me with Your eyes?

what winds will blow You close again?
which rains soften these harsh skies?

new moon of my darkened soul
as i drown beyond Your horizons, i know

I know this tide of love will turn

must turn soon

soon.......


& You will breathe my life
& make me whole


MY SHIP SAILS CLOSE TO FIRE

i laugh you, dream -
my ship sails close to fire
& i am cursed to wake from you
upon my funeral pyre

i thank you, pain -
where hearts sink lost to view
where heaven & hell both look the same
as that which they shine through

i greet you, life -
my death looms like the sky
& i in chaos bright am blind
where shadows haunt my eye

i weep You, Love -
Your eyes too deep are far
beyond my wildest dreams of You
& i some falling star

so hold me near
& we shall breathe our song
for love remains beyond the dawn
of days which soon are gone

& i will fall
Your star through skies aflame
& though all nothing burns to dust
I’ll not forget Your name


RANSOM, O BELOVED

ransom, o Beloved, this
Thy captive heart, this
frozen flame within dark cage
of clay & bone / all beauty of Thy face
its light of day, all sweetness of Thy breath,
which fans the blaze these tears fuel,
its only refuge &
its only home

who seeks a cure
from guiding pain when absence
drowns his soul again / for near or far
what matters this? if love be true
ten thousand years of hell
are gambled
for the single sweetness
of a kiss . . .

& if by chance or fate
Thy face i see, creation's wonder
turns to dust at tavern door / wherein i,
friendless, drain this cup & drain & drain
in hope of death in wine's intoxication;
for if but once i am with Thee
i care not if i live again
for evermore

so burn desire in pain
& love, set free my heart
like noah's dove to seek a haven
from this flood in Thee / reveal Thy face
Thy beauty's grace to him who wanders blindly,
place to empty place & drown him
in the light of some
eternal sea


ROOTS

roots deep within
this beggar,
a withered tree. . .

from which,
as from beyond the stars,
a bird sings all horizons . . . . . . .

& all the while,

through tangled paths & broken fences,

each atom shines . . .


NEARNESS

the rose through every meadow blows
to seek the fickle wind; the lark, at dawn, beyond all
bounds of earth & stone, this taste of emptiness
well knows; this world of hope
in flesh & bone, where adam
never sinned


come, rose who drink death's voiceless cry
of sweet & mellow birdsong rain, come
open to my soul & show this aching heart,
my inward eye, that though all fleeting beauty fade,
'tis not
in vain


for high above these tangled thorns,
there shines bright westward-soaring sun,
as red as any rose that blows
or blood that flows upon some wounded tide
it shines
by virtue only of its source


the N e a r n e s s

S h i n i n g on

the N e a r n e s s

Why?!?

Why is it we can never be with the one we love?

Why is it that where we find happiness we also find displeasure?

Why is it when we try to fix things we only make it worse?

Why cant we have the understanding of events?

Why do we hurt ourselves and hurt others?

Why do we have the goblet of love if we cant taste the wine of love?

Why is it that the lovers are ignored and the ignorant are loved?

The keys of the Unseen are in His possession. No one knows them but Him. He knows everything in the land and sea. No leaf falls without His knowing it. There is no seed in the darkness of the earth, and nothing moist or dry which is not in a Clear Book. (Quran: 6:59)


-Walid Abd

A True Story From the Life of Shaykh Abd Al-Qadir Al-Jilani.

( this is in the time of Shaykh Abd-Al Qādir Al-Jilani) 

A man named Abdul-Samad ibn Humam was one of the wealthiest men in Baghdad. A worldly, proud and arrogant man, he believed he owned the world and the people who worked for him. He supposed he could control them, doing with them what ever he pleased. A materialist in every sense of the word, he disliked the Shaykh profoundly and denied his miracles. He relates:
" As you know, iv never liked the Shaykh. Although I am a man I means and have all that I wish, I ws never content, happy or at peace. One Friday, as I was passing by his school, I heard the call of prayer. I said to myself, 'let's take a closer look at this man who impresses others with his so called miracles. I'll go and make my Friday prayer in his mosque.' The mosque was packed solid. I pushed myself forward in the in crowd and found a place right at the foot of the pulpit. The Shaykh started delivering his sermon and the things he said angered me. All of a sudden I had a terrible urgent need to relieve myself. There was no way out of the mosque. I was filled with horror and shame, as I was about to defecate right there and then. My anger toward the Shaykh increased. At that moment he calmly descended the steps of the pulpit and stood above me. While continuing to talk, he covered me with the skirt of his cloak. All if a sudden i found myself I a beautiful green valley where a pure brook flowed. There was no one around. I relieved myself and cleansed myself and took ablution in the brook. As I decided to make my prayer, I found myself again under the Shaykh's cloak. He lifted it from me and returned up the steps of the pulpit. I was awestruck. Not only was my belly comfortable but so was my heart. All the discontent, anger and negative feelings had been wiped out of it. After the prayer I left the mosque and walked home. On the way, I realized that I had lost the key to my safe. I went back to the mosque and look for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I had a hard time getting the locksmith to open my safe. The next day I had to go on a business trip. Three days out of baghdad we passed by a very beautiful valley. It was as if a force pulled us to the Side of a  beautiful brook. I realized immediately that this was the place I had been and the brook where I had washed myself. I washed myself again at the same place. There I found the lost key to my safe! When I returned to Baghdad I became a follower of the shaykh." Subhanallah, this is a true story. When it comes down to religion, you need an open mind. 

Full Of Compassion.

Falling in an endless abyss.
The glimer of light of hope is fading.
The darkness is overwhelming me.
Unable to see the Truth of the feeling of Love.
So I confuse it with Hate and Distrust.
Thinking every word might not be the Truth.
Realizing sometimes I wish I never met You.
But I go back on that through.
Knowing God wanted me to meet you so Inshallah(Godwilling) He can show you the light through me.
Saving you from the pain of the Hereafter.
Shaikh Abd Al-Qādir Al-Jīlānī once said that a true spiritual teacher has Compassion.
I am Full of Compassion for You.
I curse the devils that have decived you and dislike those who have hurt you.
I want to be the one you choose.
So I can help you fight through your battles, your hardships and struggles.
I'm always here for you.
Never will I turn my back on you.
Forever you can trust me no matter what happens.
I Hope on that Hour when all will be raised to be Judged by The All Mighty Judge, that we can be together.
Judged and Forgiven, living in Paradise Forever, Together with all of God's blessings on us.

-Walid Abd