On Awakening

Head swims, body aches, eyes heavy with sleep.
Tears of remembrance, remorse, yearning.
Only so do hearts ignite.

On Fondness

Remembrance, not absence, makes the heart grow fonder

Layla tul Qadr

Our power comes in solitude
A revelation that taught us to recite
O Beloved, to spend a thousand months
in the reaches of a night