...in the phase of... face of... facade of the full wolf moon i howled like i was a beat on the lower east side streets of a poetic moment of nyc/american history... a since americana... a drink i have at cafes wherever i am sitting into a tradition of writers philosophers intellectuals artists revolutionaries... and none mutually exclusive...
...january in the gregorian calendar experiences its last days... in the cosmic calendar we are two full moons in... the second full moon was potent... held deep Guidance for me as i drove through back streets of nj and p.a... listening to the music of branches in the brutal wind...
...the lesson this moon is to accept Guru... Guidance... from one who Knows ALLAH...
...i've come to understand my mom as this person... she Knows... she holds Truth... she lives it... never used a swear word... never smoked... never drank... has Always been the force behind my dad and her three sons... the reason why we had a roof over our heads... the reason why we were fed and given a landscape of dreams to pursue...
...i Listen to her Guidance as i move through this month... by putting it (Knowledge) to use... by sharing it... in a Way that is the at once in worship and is pragmatic... inshALLAH...
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