Poem: Saintly Doubts

The Scholars spin themselves dizzy 

while forgetting the fixed point. 

As if two feet are debating 

who steps first. 

                                                                            

Let them write endless theses

on ب and the meaning. 

Books, the bricks that build the grave 

of a knowing heart. 

Arabic isn't His only language

He hides between the line and the dot.