Miscellaneous Memoirs- A Mystic's Murmur

 Miscellaneous Memoirs- A Mystic's Murmur

Hath history lost its mystic mystery...
Left we to feel without appeal;
Like animals in anarchy for a hunger staved meal...
Or with draining dilemmas, causing gliomas, shall we ever deal...
My eyes gawk as a soaring hawk,
Where but doom leads this path we walk?

I see many a barren fields fenced off by nurtured ego's shields;
Drinking from this chalice of malice; who, but the callous devil-incarnate, yields?
Who but ye alone, the power to change, wields?

A timely injunction at this life threatening junction, surely naught but a sherlock's deduction!
Or has ye succumbth to the succubus's sly seduction? An ever failing and faulty production...

On time's station ye sit, so say then, do these actions befit?
Is this the recompense for intellect's gift?
To spend than lend? A heart thirsting to spendthrift?
Verily, the word has already come into effect against most, yer judgements shall be ever swift!

Forgotten have ye, the destined date of departure?
Be it cardiac infarcture or a skull fracture,
Every soul has it slate, tested by fate;
Yer salvation lies in it's natural state, a fitrah to stave off fitnah, most innate...
Could any be Hellfire's inmate? 

Nay! Man would not please to lease even a moment's time to gather cool gusts from her courtyard's gate...
Then know ye not this everlasting fate, ye'd mockingly berate? 

For Wallahi! every soul shall have it's yearning's taste....

Should every soul run afoul, only ye to be, slipping into slumber's comatose;
Ye now also freed from life's ever changing lows...
Would not one amongst ye but ponder, letting their minds wonder, who gives water it's laminar flow?
Who's will leaves naught in nill, making seasonal winds blow? Or animals, the works of niché toe?

Or hath ye not seen the stars to the seventh sky litter, ever shining in glitter;
Their absence repressing the sky's adornment, give ye not thanks for this most majestic ornament?
Who be responsible for this grandiose increment?
Yet ye still dare delve into a wretched inner self, ever in dissent!
The day shall come when none would harken to yer loud laments!
So then stray not from the straight path, be elegant to yer element!

Turn then would ye, yer Lord most eagerly awaits man's sincere repentance;
An acknowledgment for His magestical might and man's lowly dependance,
Ever busy in his remembrance pleading our undeserving penitence....