The waning soul

The waning soul

The waning heart of a sick soul

The unfed soul kept hidden

The soul which lacks it's nourishment remains as if in death

He cannot move and has no say

He is left to deteriorate and decay

He wants to ignite the vigour and energy

But he cannot, chained and bound

By the dirt and filth of Nafs.

Nafs, a hateful and aggravating

A disease of the heart, soul and mind

Nafs, a whisper of infection

From words to defile

It causes a sickness virus

Which consumes and eats

Everything that is good within.

Nafs attacks Ruh

Nafs regurgitates Ruh

Nafs dismembers and hurts Ruh

Nafs kills Ruh.

Food of the soul

ALLAH HU ALLAH

A truly effortless choice

An inbuilt mechanism

Triggering will, instantly explode

A monsterous surge of healing power

Yielding a sword, Ruh kills Nafs

Wielding the banner of ALLAH HU ALLAH

For only this is the cure for all infections caused by Nafs

Only in this is the healing

And in only this is the power

ALLAH HU ALLAH HU ALLAH HU ALLAH!

Fill your house with food and love

Fill your heart that is,

For that is partly where the soul resides

From the mental to within.

That small ozone hole in the body

Must be sealed with the words,

Unlike the ozone hole in the sky,

which has no hope of  help.

Imagine that then with your mind's eye

An oozing of the Earth's life force.

Indefinitely, but fast, this whole Earth will be destroyed

There will be no rejoice.

Hence I say , feed the waning soul

Before all life oozes from the leaking heart

And all hope is the past.

Lorraine Nur Shufiya

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