Surrender

"The slaves of time are slaves of slaves;
the slaves of God alone are free."

The [[moon]] has moved since I
first arrived here:
now the [[light]] breaks in unfettered
by my balcony bars;
pure and still as I breathe out
and put me down,
not knowing
who will take the next breath.

This silver edge of surrender
searches out the sincere
who have accepted separation's
show, sure the shore
is one more sign that here,
even the silent depths curl
into sajda and sing
subhanallah.

It's all this
[[moment]] culminating
in a [[life]]:
time's work
to teach the syntax of one
[[soul]] sought by her
Beloved.

Traces

• Everything's OK