T his poem encapsulates the essence of a trance-like feeling that one fuses into as one is bowing before Allah (S.W.T.) on a prayer mat. It curls from under and around the membranes of one’s heart as one connects with a Higher Existence that beckons your soul as you take a single step towards It. The word, ‘Sujood’ is a plural for the term, ‘Sajda’, which means to bow. The true art of expression begins when you feel that a Greater Power is with you (when not a soul is there for you), listening to you, as you bow to Him on the Canvas of Profundity – the prayer mat. Sujood hush – darkness charges and comes to a standstill somersaulting into an ocean of Light, lashes wet like the bristles of a paintbrush, stroke the Canvas of Profundity here, I speak with my heart for my tongue feels too insignificant the darkest hour when all eyes smudge into a panorama of subconsciousness Allah still listens to me. In Sujood, you find yourself for the world crumbles under your feet as you gn...
Women's Spiritual Poetry