The Quest to Peace

This poem was inspired by a book called: Purification of the Heart translated by Hamza Yusuf.  The book is based on a poem called purification of the hearts translated from Arabic by Imam Mawlud from Mauritania in West Africa.  

'If you want to change the world, do not begin by rectifying the outward, instead, change the condition of the inward.'  Hamza Yusuf

The Quest to Peace

On a quest to peace,

Wearing a superficial fleece screaming: ‘free my people!’

But who are my people again?

I’m trying to change the world before I change myself

I’m trying to change the world before I change myself

How’s that gonna work?

I told science I’ve seen a black hole

Bigotry is contaminating the soul

Arrogance and ignorance going

Hand in hand forming something called an ego, ready to expand

Socially conditioned like moths hitting the same flame,

Rust on our minds like a broken bike chain.

The path to truth will get me that peace

Fire missiles with wordplay I’m acting in self-defence

No sense, your two cents is not appreciated Regev

Trying to maim verbally a political Rumi

Leaking like a WikiLeak or a spiritual Sufi

He Put a knife to my throat and said ‘gimme your inner gold.’    I said I just have a blackberry, and its not even the bold

Trying to steal my soul and hold my heart hostage

Trying to steal my soul and hold my heart hostage

Language spoken in the dialect of hate not love

crimes of war and humanity influenced by envy, anger and greed

as politicians plant the neo-colonialist seed

Tyrants say its for your own good

they say: War is peace and slavery is freedom

They say: there is truth behind the lies and lies behind the truth,

They say: Shallowness is in, Modesty is a sin
 and burqa bans are soooooooo 2010

Now days justice starts with a conjunction and its ‘in’

In ‘justice’ like a sickly cough tickling our throat, and the medicine is in our hearts.

Before I find my mirror I need to find myself

I’m trying to change myself before I change this world,

Im trying to change myself before I change this world.

 ..............................................................................................

 By Mohamed-Zain Dada - Poet and Writer: www.times-series.co.uk/blogs/mohamed_zain_dada

Twitter: @Zainthepoet http://twitter.com/#!/Zainthepoet

Inspiration

I once thought of inspiration as an emotion.

Guidance of creativity from another reality.

The whispers of an unseen spirit.

When words spill poison,

spread disease and utter confusion.

Is it the unseen dark shadows of your mind

that your heart,

the chamber of emotions,

container of your soul,

is listening to?

Whereas when at peace,

and smooth, soft, swift, sympathetic words swirl into being.

Who gifts you with those?

When the heart aches and the grey clouds fill the horizon,

is it only perception that causes painful suffering?

For behind every grey cloud is there not a blue sky?

How can your eyes see truth when the heart is veiled by darkness?

Alhamdulil'ah. My Lord has lifted that burden.

Can you now not see that you are blessed?

By Adil Hossenally.