almanar
Seeking Allah's Love
RHYTHM OF SURRENDER
-DAWUD WHARNSBY ALI-
Can you hear the rhythm of all creation?
The rhythm of the clapping of the thunder and the rain?
Can you see the rhythm of all creation?
The lightening and leaves and the seasons as they change?
Watch the children in the field, spinning round and round.
Watch their lanky, laughing, dizzy, silly falls upon the ground.
They grip on to long grass afraid of spinning with the sun.
Reality deceives them `neath a smiling mask of fun.
Can you hear the rhythm of all creation?
The rhythm of the children aging brown hair into gray?
Can you see the rhythm of all creation?
Alternation of the moon and stars passing into day?
Watch the grown ups all twirling with the clock throughout the day.
Watch them spinning through the hours while the time hands tick away.
They talk and grip the world, as they would catch a falling knife.
Reality deceives them `neath amusing games of life.
Can you hear the rhythm of all creation?
The storm against the sand and the pulsating waves?
Can you see the rhythm of all creation?
The rhythm of the children running wind upon the graves?
The rhythm of our world beats in surrender and in time,
Our blood and our breathing testify.
The rhythm of surrender is a part of who we are,
With each heartbeat and involuntary blink of our eye,
A part of us we can’t deny.
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-DAWUD WHARNSBY ALI-
Can you hear the rhythm of all creation?
The rhythm of the clapping of the thunder and the rain?
Can you see the rhythm of all creation?
The lightening and leaves and the seasons as they change?
Watch the children in the field, spinning round and round.
Watch their lanky, laughing, dizzy, silly falls upon the ground.
They grip on to long grass afraid of spinning with the sun.
Reality deceives them `neath a smiling mask of fun.
Can you hear the rhythm of all creation?
The rhythm of the children aging brown hair into gray?
Can you see the rhythm of all creation?
Alternation of the moon and stars passing into day?
Watch the grown ups all twirling with the clock throughout the day.
Watch them spinning through the hours while the time hands tick away.
They talk and grip the world, as they would catch a falling knife.
Reality deceives them `neath amusing games of life.
Can you hear the rhythm of all creation?
The storm against the sand and the pulsating waves?
Can you see the rhythm of all creation?
The rhythm of the children running wind upon the graves?
The rhythm of our world beats in surrender and in time,
Our blood and our breathing testify.
The rhythm of surrender is a part of who we are,
With each heartbeat and involuntary blink of our eye,
A part of us we can’t deny.
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