Tell me I can get lost,
Tell me I can lose myself in your Presence,
In the overwhelming moment of real submission.
Tell me I can remain forever broken
Tell me I can remain forever
Away, while still here.
Did not the Prophet say: “Die before your death”?
At first I thought maybe it was only a reminder
to remember our meeting with You.
But then I thought how I wish I could die before my death:
Have a soul that is no longer in this life—even while the body must remain.
A heart that is freed from the shackles of dunya—even while the legs must walk its streets.
Have a nafs that is in complete rest and satisfaction with its’ Lord–even while the crumbling shell remains.
A soul that is already there—even before it is there.
A soul detached.