Two Dramas

Last time doubt
remembers the old sinner,
he's already gone
and made up
his mind, done it anyway.
All over by the time
it's forgotten
in the good forest
of anticipation
close the river
of nerves and dread.
Just one more bite
after these feasts,
one more
small connotation,
another report
to abandon.

Odd thing about
this old sin
tries to manage
on its own
between common
sense and lie
for absolution,
heaven seems
heartbeats away.
The nafs at rest
never sleeps
or wanders,
keeps count
by twos and tens.





Yahya ibn Mu`adh al-Razi said: "Fight against your ego with the four swords of training: eat little, sleep little, speak little, and be patient when people harm you... Then the ego will walk the paths of obedience, like a fleeing horseman in the field of battle."