My head is humbly lowered in a beautiful khushu’
While my heart is busy with everyone but You.
My lids duly lowered as I say Your blessed praises
Over eyes laden heavy with the worst type of gazes.
Worldly and created things ingrained so deep inside.
Even in my khalwah I can’t find a place to hide!
Around the world and back in the blinking of an eye.
Arms held tight across a chest where I keep it all inside.
My forehead to the ground in the humblest of devotion,
Stillness in my body while internally in motion.
Scattered thoughts within where my busy heart is beating
Then I wonder why my prayers don’t have any meaning?
How can I reap Nearness when all I sow is Distance?
And I wonder why my worship doesn’t make a difference?
Gilded words and hollow prayers and fake religious trances
Why am I so stumped when there’s no spiritual advancement?
I have everything I need, but the one thing that I’m missing
is a living breathing heart to cure my prayer’s condition.
O Allah, make us people who worship You with sincerity, genuineness, pure hearts, and devotion.
Inspired by a lesson on Hikmah 13.