I met the sun
her name was Shams
she said enough
from my rays
it is time
to meet the moon
not one but many
by no fault of my own
you’ve etched my heart
with your love
engraved is thy name
upon this chamber
leaving me no choice
but to remember thee
I met the sun
her name was Shams
she said enough
from my rays
it is time
to meet the moon
not one but many
by no fault of my own
you’ve etched my heart
with your love
engraved is thy name
upon this chamber
leaving me no choice
but to remember thee
You came not here
to disappear
oh light being
tell me your story
so I may hear
i’ll preserve you
on papyrus
and tablets of gold
to retell your journey
to the young and old
every guide
has a scribe
your secret remains
untold
this is an order
for you to
unfold
I wish not for death
to steal you away
placing your precious
scripture within her ruins
I’ve written words
for unseen spirits
as a medium to birth
their soul offerings
this task is not taxing
for a soul as mine
trust me as trustee
with your soul legacy
you speak of spiritual
masters
yet seem to have
forgotten
the one
who
watches over you
caring for you
behind the veil
of invisibility
you keep seeking a guide
who already arrived
in response to your cries
she dropped from
the skies
your mind tells you lies
so now you despise
causing ego to rise
as she silently stares
with lights
i was sent for your soul
the seat of your soul
no strings attached
I sold my soul
to this light source
who became
my life force
I sold my soul
to this light source
who became
my life force
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
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
a master asked
what do you know
of love
and friendship
loyalty
she uttered
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
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