Archive | September 2020

Hallaj’s Ensemble

I am walking deeper into my heart

to make you a witness of my art

Please be seated

This place is sacred

Welcome to my Divaan


earth and sky



fire and water


This is a tavern

Called Divaan E Ishq

Where lovers enter

To birth from within

I wouldn’t dare to grant you privy

Into my inner sanctuary

Where all here is soul intimacy

Where we wine and dine

While oud and lute

Set the stage

For tonite’s secret pursuit

Laila’s glance is

Is what you seek

Now dance with her as she speaks

Let the guests gaze and mingle

In what we call Hallaj’s Ensemble

What Would I Know

That Ancient Tree

On our ancestral estate

Beneath it’s roots

Great treasures lay

I would sit by your side

As a young child

You became a silent witness

As Shahid and Mashud

To my heart’s facade

Shedding tears

of separation

For my future master

I knew even then

Of master and disciple

Without a teacher

who taught me these lessons

Who brought me to Hu

Being taught the wird

As I sat in solitude

And transcribed my words

In mystical metaphors

Speaking of Ayyaz

and the land of Shiraz

Who taught this to me

What would I know

Was it you

I would sit with your friends

towering evergreens

Shading the famed veranda

Alone with the Alone

I would sit

on cane chairs and cotton cushions

Maids offering exotic fruits

and butter biscuits

pomegranates the fruit of mystics

Wine forbidden for this young soul

Yet she desired to drink more

Underage as a determined femme sage

But what would I know

Gardeners running to and fro

Ambassador cars and foreign delegations

A common scene in the presence

Of this royal tree

of ancient wisdom

Remotely in silence

I continued to sit

Until the ink of my heart began to stream

I sat and observed my thoughts

In order to take heed of

Idris Shah’s wisdom

who planted the seed

I would write

After moments in silence

To allow Divine Tajjali to traverse through

From heart to pen

On pages of old

by words turned to gold

During those days

Where you became my gaze

And I yours

Like a grandmother

Overseeing my affairs

You watched and taught

Through a language unspoken

I was lead to Khayyam

Upon a dusty shelf

The room I slept in

Housed his works

Like forbidden imagery

I dusted the pages

Glaring at Persian delights

What would this young soul know

Of the truth of red wine

The secret of lovers

I dared to ask for more

What would I know

As I turned the pages

Khayyam pierced into my eyes

Infecting my soul

With a rare Sheraz

Rubayyat I sought

In awe of poetry

As a young spirit

What would I know

I decided for the life of my life

That I would drink eternally

And pen my heart openly

That same summer

Of starry nights and rainy days

Where the winds of monsoons

Would moan in pain

I received your blessings

And composed like the ancients

Of Persians and Sumarians

Of Rabia and Mirabai

Of Hashimites and Bakhtites

They opened my heart


A spiritual surgery

Something was deposited

My memory recalls

But what would I know

This happened not once or twice

But thrice and more

While asleep and awake

Sealing my heart with

golden threads and silver brocade

a  honey dew love for ahl al bayt

But what would I know

The Journey Has Begun

Two rivers merge as one

in the presence of the sun

where two equals one

the sum of one is none

is she the future me

a sign of how to Be

is she the key to my

forgotten ancestry

we wonder with

sheer curiosity

as the crescent arrives

within certainty

moon of muharram

I bow to thee

verily we are Hussaini

she marks the awaited destiny

of asserting progeny

of a Makkan Badawi

commissioned to Mali

to marry a Senegali

a scholar a mystic

a Hussaini statistic

Sukina’s young spirit

trained in his presence

of noble eminence

on travels and sermons

over Saharan sands

and Tuareg lands

lessons on demand

Sukina a soul mistress

light work her business

eloquence granted

from Masters of Grace

her message beyond

color and race

she arrives by command

to a Fatimi base

designed to efface

women of grace

guides of inner space

by a Zainabi embrace

to the select and elect

I’m here to double check

to perfect and object

light absence of them

we outright reject

come one

come all

to the rivers of Fatima

Lee Khamsatun

Utfi Beha Harral Waba’il


Al Mustafa wal Murtaza

Wab’naa Huma

wal Fatima

Wine Seduced Me

abstaining from Ishq’s poison

I chose never to drink a sip

so to guard my heart from

chronic love spells

of mortal mirrors

who appear to disappear

dissipating duality

my i-ness saturates

with the guest

of this heart

I am spell bound

your words aroused

my curiosity

I drank every letter

until logic lost all senses

this pledge broken a million times

my heart chose wine

once again

permitting poison

to seep into Laila’s divan

gushing speedily to

a secret chamber

where wine is worship

I am love struck

despising sobriety

I drank consciously

to the seduction of wine

drawn into a sprint dance

only to lose oneself

to essence

unity lost and found

abstinence an illusion

for a drunken heart

I choose love’s wine

eternally as the

sustenance of our


I am love bound

The Secret of Secrets

the secret was such

neither ink or pen

message of messenger

nor faculty of conveyance

granted privy to our secret

which remains our secret

lest uttered

Imprint My Heart

In these transient moments

of sacred silence

I choose to embody


so to imprint my heart’s


of my reality;


When All Hope Was Lost

did you forget

love arrived on the scene

when you lost all hope

embalming your broken heart

as living proof

of her existence

and maybe that’s

what it is

that you are meant to stay


to the love you received

to never

really know

the value of that love

The Uncut Chord

ask her anything

she’ll tell you everything

once you’ve entered

her heart

there remains nothing

to hide

i do not recognize you by face

or form

i know you through soul

through your eyes

the meeting place of two oceans

through voice

reflecting my own

through your words

retelling my story

we met in the realm of souls

and never departed

the uncut chord

was never an option

for souls who pledged to

loyalty in spirit

remained forever

connected on all planes

as we forgot

seeking ourself

we found one another

as mirrors reflecting

our reality

to remind us

once again what we forgot