veiled4allah: The People of the Boxes

By Dawud Wharnsby Ali:

There were once some people who all saw their lives like empty boxes
They looked around the world collecting up the things they liked
They filled their lives in boxes with the goodies that they gathered
And they all felt in control, content and they all felt all right
They climbed inside their boxes, they settled with their trinkets
They neither looked nor learnt much more and closed their lids up tight
Once they fastened up their boxes they smiled there inside
And they all thought in their darkness that the world was clear and bright

But the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;
It's the piece of the peace of Islam

Along came a wandering wise man whispering such words of truth,
Who stumbled on these boxes so separate side by side
He knocked upon the first one saying,
"Please come out and feel the day"
An answer came from deep within,
"You're not of us please go away"

He approached the second box and tapped thrice on the lid, saying,
"Peace to you inside, shall I show you a new way?”
Someone peaked out from a crack and said,
"You may just have a point, but it's so comfy in my box, in my box here I will stay."

But the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;
It's the piece of the peace of Islam

He stood before the final box; a hiding face peaked out to him,
And much to his surprise he said,
"I recognize those eyes"
"I see you and you see me, why not come out and be free?
Faith and flowers wilt and die if they are hidden from the sky."

Cuz the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;