thoughts on a tree top

thoughts on a tree top

     the branches are solid. 

the birds flit up above 

     i will stay up here forever

                

                    somewhere 

between the sky 

between the earth

            somewhere between 

this world
            and the    next

for here be peace.
                    here be rest.

/////return to fitrah 

    

and i think about what's to come 

     solitude

by the sea

i begin to countdown
the days till i can leave

the noise of the city 

              

   and return 

to myself 

to nature

      the sands 

the pine forests 

       the empty paths
the unmarked maps

and no where
and no one 

and nothing

     

but Allah

return to fitrah
-to be alone/
to find home
once again