When I’m silent and Listening to myself within, I Feel Like Writing.
When I see others trying to stop me, I feel like Laughing.
When I sit and Watch beloved Sheihu Salawatia from far, I feel like Crying.
When I see His Light beaming from the Horizons, I Feel like Flying.
When I see others Vilifying Him…, I Feel like Dying.
When I listen to His Undeniable Facts, I feel like Shouting.
I go Higher and Higher that I could touch the Moon whenever I’m in a gathering where they remember my beloved.
So I tell the people around… “Hey I’m Dancing… I’m Walking here”
Poem By: Ibn Shiraz Halik