Quest for Meaning
Why do I say I know?
What flows under the bridge
If I live in the skies
And lie on top of the pyramid
If I am extrinsic and can’t fully accept
The emotions I feel but hide under intellect
Why do I accuse my faith of setting the boundaries?
When I do not fully understand the works of art around me
Why did God create beauty if it is to perish?
Why did men of religion hide it behind Satan and oppress it?
Who am I to question the scholarly and their knowledge?
But I wonder if even they understood the world from Allah’s perspective
Is it that I fool myself because of undeclared intentions?
Is the devil himself guiding my hand as I finish every sentence?
I wonder if there is a way to unravel the mystery
Am I courageous enough to descend to earth and defy history?
You see I live in the skies and limitless as they may be
From the mother we were made and to it we return that is our destiny
For we are a tassel and we are tied to our roots in the dirt
And as tall as we grow and flourish
Cut our roots and we will perish
And fall from the skies and be buried in the earth
I would love nothing more than to tell the story of my visit
To the promise land and the knowledge I were to elicit
But I am not worthy of such honors
For ignorance is my mannerism
I only recently developed curiosity
Kept a slave of elitism
We are the descendants of saints
Martyrs who deserve endless elegies
Because they learnt more than they were taught
Analyzed every detail with admirable persnickety
For even the smallest of creatures could have the most potent effect
And if it wasn’t for those so keen to see the unseen
Disease would still be curses cast by enemy sects