Sunday, August 31, 2008

I am...

I am a Muslim.

My Mecca is a rose.

My mosque is a spring, my prayer stone the light.

Fields make my prayer rug.

I make ablution with the heartbeat of the windows.

Moonlight flows through my prayers, the spectrum too.

My Kaaba lies by the water,

My Kaaba lies under the acacias.

My Kaaba travels like the breeze,

From one garden to the next,

From one town to another

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