Our independence

became dependent

in totality

wholly

to reflect one other

deciphering patterns

when randomness failed

a language unveiled

where words betrayed

a magnificent unveiling

these pages silenced

your absence in equation

nothing revealed

my being depends

upon our existence

I seek reflection

in every moment

where breaths exchange

I inhale only to exhale

You

In your remembrance

I was made aware

of how long before

you remembered me

I know not you

by sight or sound

but through

this remembrance

of your essence

a heart to heart

this peculiar affinity

a knowing from eternity

you appeared formless

your name was shown

etched upon your manuscript

It’s cover red sulfur

containing the contained

from a chain of masters

(The Ishraqiyyun)

this repeated remembrance

a surreal consciousness

of art and artisan

engraving my heart

with your name

repeatedly echoing

as Laila to every Majnun

that’s all I know

you by name

in this presence

of the unknown you

I continue to remember

as you continue

to remember me

every moment

form transitions to matter

breath a witness

between two worlds

I witness breath

in a realm of knowing

entangled in space

suspended in eternity

with closed eyes

to detract this duality

between this dance of

being and doing

i choose silent observation

between every state

i choose perpetual alchemy

banish me from thy heart

i’ll only love you more

Be said Do

Do said Be

Time a mental construct

who can prove that time is limited

to a 24 day cycle

as reality

in another realm

1 day spans 500 years

time is subjective

our discourses over lattes

in caves and cafes

today

yesterday

now

tomorrow

no ago of weeks or days

no sorrow

I am not aware

anymore

of the space time claims

to create a false notion

of borders

and malicious veils

romantic fairytales

sung by Layla’s lying eyes

seeking Khais

his reflection appears

upon desert dunes

his face shimmers in the silent sun

was he the sun or an eclipsed moon

Khais reappears time again

in the mirage

beneath widowed palms

of Arabian sands

uttering time is a greater mirage

i am only a reflection

i’m only a reflection

assumingly

Laila stuttered