A Thousand Deeds Poem by Naveed Akram

In order to explore the sanctuary I lift the head
And keep ashes with my bedroom that launches
Me into sleep that never dies nor disappears for me.
In this rational way I conduct my business of lightning
And thunder, that roars on, for the forces are dull
Tonight.

By day I work a thousand deeds, then I explore the caves
Of my life, then into the striven areas I climb,
Towards the summit of my doing that never dies,
For God watches me with stern breath
That never is an inhaling or exhaling, the divine breath
Is different.