john313
warrior-poet
Tree of Life
We start as children up the tree of life,
Young and innocent, with very little strife.
When we age we see paths, to the left and the right
Up the tree we should go, learn to take flight.
Off to the left, many out on a stem
Fruits of their shaitans, irresistible to them.
To this fruit, the selfless one is blind
Seeking no pleasure, no reward of any kind.
Thinking only of the tree, keeps his eyes on the top
He realizes the parasites that he must stop.
Devouring the fruit with no appreciation
They will quickly bring their own devastation.
The trees must be freed of these hateful parasites
The selfless must teach with all their might.
In the end, if they choose not to see,
Woe to them, purged from the tree.
Their memory wiped, back to the base
As a new member of the human race.
Their previous progress all in vain
They must see the goal and seek to gain.
Once one is selfless there is no going back
No fruit to the sides, no shaitan to distract.
They have seen the light through the fruit and the leaves
And now are the guides on the Siraatu-l-Mustaqeem.
They seek to help others by spreading the truth
But the others hate them because of the fruit.
We must shake the fruit from the Tree
Perhaps the faithless ones then will see.
If they are still blind, they must again be purged
Carried back down by a little green bird.
Over and over until the shaitans are gone
Then inshaAllah we can all go home.
We start as children up the tree of life,
Young and innocent, with very little strife.
When we age we see paths, to the left and the right
Up the tree we should go, learn to take flight.
Off to the left, many out on a stem
Fruits of their shaitans, irresistible to them.
To this fruit, the selfless one is blind
Seeking no pleasure, no reward of any kind.
Thinking only of the tree, keeps his eyes on the top
He realizes the parasites that he must stop.
Devouring the fruit with no appreciation
They will quickly bring their own devastation.
The trees must be freed of these hateful parasites
The selfless must teach with all their might.
In the end, if they choose not to see,
Woe to them, purged from the tree.
Their memory wiped, back to the base
As a new member of the human race.
Their previous progress all in vain
They must see the goal and seek to gain.
Once one is selfless there is no going back
No fruit to the sides, no shaitan to distract.
They have seen the light through the fruit and the leaves
And now are the guides on the Siraatu-l-Mustaqeem.
They seek to help others by spreading the truth
But the others hate them because of the fruit.
We must shake the fruit from the Tree
Perhaps the faithless ones then will see.
If they are still blind, they must again be purged
Carried back down by a little green bird.
Over and over until the shaitans are gone
Then inshaAllah we can all go home.