Sajdah

The sweetness of a Sajdah

The bliss of fleeing the world,

Just for a moment.

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The praise of Allah,

The words of remembrance

Like magic they open…

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Hands touch the ground

 Push open the doors between

The temporal and the eternal.

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His nearness I feel.

My heart melts in the warmth.

I am comforted and safe.

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My desires are known here.

No need to stumble through speech.

Simple silence will suffice.

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But most of the time,

The doors will not open for me.

The same words I recite.

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I rise back up empty.

The sweetness of the sajdah,

A distant memory.

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Some lack of focus,

Some injustice by my hands,

Confines me to this world.

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Am I insincere?

Do I reek of hypocrisy?

Is pride blocking my way in?

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I am shackled here,

By my ingratitude.

Constrained by constant worry.

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Unable to taste the sweetness of the sajdah…

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My soul pleads and yearns

“O Allah, as I make sajdah

I know You are watching me

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Grant me a moment,

Of sincere repentance

Of undiluted gratitude.

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Let me savor again the sweetness of the sajdah…”