sobriety does not suit me
i am drunk on reflections of You
faces filled with seeking’s agony
words laced with hope’s sweetness
each carrying traces of You
Eternal Refuge of the love lorn
Universally Sought of the yearning heart
to this one…give!
to that one…give!
to all…give give give!
what role do i play in the fulfillment of anyone’s request
– You fulfill them all from a spaceless space filled with Your provision! –
ya Kareem ya Kareem ya Kareem
i want to run through the streets of this city tonight
screaming Your name
ya Wahhab ya Wahhab ya Wahhab
come to the feast of hearts!
come to the banquet of souls!
come to the bed laid out with roses for every longing!
there is no fear nor grief
only Love’s enchanting inebriation
nurtured by the warm glow of salawat’s Grace
amidst a banquet of seekers
with secret truths
shining forth from honored hearts
with the slightest space
for la ilaha ill Allah
A Mercy Case 
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