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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

Hatemah

Al Mustafa wal Murtaza

Wab’naa Huma

wal Fatima

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

blind

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

Caprices Made a Known

I ask your soul a question

your guide named you love

why do you choose otherwise

why do you chose hate

for the one your soul loves

did you know I am an illusion

a mirror unto you

through us hearts are tested

for claims and falsity

by those who make

grand claims

we trigger to test

how true souls are

as claims are mere words

unless proven

many ask for allegiance

and we turn them away

to others who have no bar

yet this love is expensive

where every faculty

shall be tested

in love’s astrolabe

to associate with a

Hussaini

may cost your life

wealth and honor

you’ll be broken

shattered and torn

the I effaced

you no more

shadows released

caprices made known

how will you reach kawther

bypassing the family

we are the signs

on the horizon

you assumed us boastful

listening to your Yazid

as he whispers more lies

we assert to remind

it is what it is

yet heavy for the mind

the ego despises

submission and praise

to other than itself

a secret hate affair

resentment fails to hide

nasibi or ashiqi

our test determines

either or

mark our words

we transmit from DNA

authorized guides

camouflage their reality

assimilate to imitate

in order to remain oblivious

create confusion

to test submission

the Dost is a friend

yet the Sun is a guide

seeking the Sun

you received her audience

presence and heart

but exclusivity

befits not Shams the guide

so jealousy became apparent

in this test of love

when conditions

arose and you failed

to love as love

ought to be loved

we filter to sift

pebbles from gems

rocks from jewels

this love expensive

so beware

go elsewhere

but love for us

is pure devotion

go elsewhere

many doors you shall find

none like ours

You Drank To Your Fill

You arrived panting

for water

to the eternal Ocean of Love

yes, Her.

nursed like an enfant

beyond the prescribed period

merely out of mercy

Rahma

you drank to your fill

thirst no more

how you left

like an ingrate

tells an ocean worth

of the womb story

you lament to every heart

seeking home

which shall NOT be found

until you truly love

only then will

both womb and bosom

embrace you

my child

Oceans of Annihilation

between the two

oceans of annihilation

fana if you may

I was asked to stay

to remain still

for those who enter

not by will

but by order

as a keeper

a trustee

a guide

holding space

for those who seek

the secret between

the two oceans of annihilation

To See Who Was Real

on purpose

she disappeared

to see who was real

on purpose

she was silenced

to see who was listening

I revisited myself

my hidden most self

through myself

through you

Poetic Premonitions

poetic premonitions

it was all about you

all these words

for none but you

I was being prepared

to meet the guide

I would never meet

yet she guides me

in every moment

assembling multiple

versions of herself

so to know her

so to know me

these versions pretentious

of your existence

guised beings

my love amplifies

as I uncover you

as you unveil you

every eye you

every breath you

enamored into repose

my heart’s hymn-you

all day long-you

I care not for you to unveil

yourself

as form never mattered

in the realm of souls

you’ve enraptured my being

I know none but you

in all you

you in all