Play the guitar,
Play the flute,
Play the piano,
Or,
Play the hobo.
O, it doesn’t matter,
Whatever you like,
O, play on.
O, just play as long as your Praising is in Praise
Of the Being that is You.
The You that Says
‘I am Found in the Bismillahi
Of the Freeing Near,’
That Timing Time who brought the Hand
Bearing pen full of Ink and Intention,
Drawing you Near,
For the sake of Revealing You, Dear,
Saying that I Found You
‘In the Name‘
When the Naming Said
‘Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.‘
Did you not know?
It is the Beneficent
Because there is No-Thing whatsoever
That does not draw it’s benefit from it,
Verily it is under this Name
That the whole Creation came to Be,
Both Existence and Non-Exisistence,
That means you,
Taqwacore,
The Apple of the Eye.
And isn’t it true
That it is through this Eye
That the Mercy,
The All Merciful Breath
Pours out the Life Giving Covenant
With the Creation?
O, Taqwacore,
It said ‘All praise is due to Allah,
The Lord of the worlds.’
This is the Pronouncement of the Title,
The Affirmation of the Creation
Breathing the Life Giving Force of The Praise,
The Celebration.
This is what is Known,
That the Beneficent, and the Merciful
Are Present at the Time of The Wake,
Hey, it is they who are the very Wakefulness
Of the Waking who are Hailing
From the Presence of Praise
Saying in their Gaze
‘Master of the Day of Requital.’
That is there is no Blemish,
No Stain on the Created Being,
For it is Perfect in the Name Of.
Holding, for it is the Saving Grace
That Nature’s own Covenant Calls to Be in
‘Thee do we serve and Thee do we beseech for help.’
The help that comes from the Merciful Breath,
Bringing to be Known that
‘All praise is due to Allah’
In the Name that Beseeched,
Calling out ‘Guide us on the path’
O, Taqwacore,
This is the Path that Calling Grace
Came to Offer You at the Moving Ways,
When with your guitar,
Or your drums,
You bang the Glorifying Need
That told you that
You are Divine to the Core,
This is the Core that is
‘The path of those on whom Thou hast bestowed favours.’
A Favour that is already yours,
Yours when your
Taqwcore heart
Knew that there is non like unto Him.
O, do you remember?
When from the Depth, the Outcry
Came from your Need that Said
‘Not those upon whom wrath is brought down,
nor those who go astray.’
For we Know that Thou art
‘Qul huwa-llahu Ahad
Allahu -s-Samad
Lam yalid wa Lam yulad
Wa lam yuku-llahu kufuwan ahad.’