Peace, one and all…
Eastern skies dissolving
into gathering clouds of rain.
A storm wanders across the hills
above land hushed into silence.
A single cloud-parting remains,
a lingering hand of light
amidst the gloom,
like the last taste of summer.
Read the signs aright ibn al-sabil.
See the moment and know,
know the moment and live:
you yourself are those eastern skies.
Abdur Rahman, September 2009