Saturday, July 19, 2014

ramadhan 2014: number 4: lover


days are numbers. islamic numerology is laid out by the Grand Reader. decks of cards stacked as mountains. the stars carry answers for those who think. according to the Qur'an, thought, critical, creative, left and right hemispheres, must be engaged to see what is possible.

what is possible is seemingly impossible, head on ground, feet in the sky, legs behind neck. foot jabbed into thigh, hands in salutations to the Essence. all praise is due. all praise is always due. hence the path of yogum.

yoga stills the body into a deeper awareness of capacity, of alignment with ALLAH, with connectivity with sun moon planets galaxies. connection. connect with You. yoga is silent meditations, detachment from this body. om.

Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

vedic language bleeds into Qur'an. truth is truth, is past the great illusion - shaitan - nafs - ego.

i Am a Lover. fall in love daily, with the ascenders, those who fly, take flight. melt in their eyes as they live beyond status and professions. take hold of their hand, even as they shudder about a breeze they recalled from a walk along riverside park. fall into their story and walk. jesus walks with us. the guru muhammad Guides.

i Am a Lover, without a border, this skin can hardly hold me, growing past head and shoulder stand. i Am feared by those who look for lines written by successful authors of how-to's, who regurgitate the nihilsim of meek mills and frenchie and rick ross and bop their heads to rikers frequencies. i escaped sing-sing and have run away with the beggars bowl to grow, to grow. i can only grow from You. what do you have to say?

i Love with tears, until we are both crying, until the ocean we lay by envelopes us in a kiss of drown before we resurge and recall breath. ahhhhhh. alll praise is due. alive. another moment to get deeper in this fast, beyond eyes, beyond bones and organ systems.

these words are un-packageable. no product here. no hits. no clever rhyme schemes that mangle eminem. no formulas of exposition, conflict, rising action.... climax with You. hold You in my arms. and then i move on. find You everywhere. Lover. Love. 

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