Veil

I live in the shadow
Of peace
How it seems at least
Some truths
Remain veiled
In the confines
I may find
The mirror to my state
A shared fate

Is anyone free?
From the constant questions
Constant pressures
Two, three and four and more fold
Listening to what the core told
Or are they doing their best?
To suppress that test
And have done their best
For so long,
That I’m writing this now...?

Peace Be Upon Him

Humble,
Great,
Cried for my fate,
Friend,
Father,
Husband,
Leader,
Judge,
Exemplar,
Helper,
Teacher.
Orphaned and illiterate
At once magnificent
Reformed an environment where
Decadence was prevalent
Ever seeking betterment
Journey anything but effortless
For over a millennium
Steeped in reverence
Embodiment of scripture and his life was the evidence

The Wandering

My wish;
To be lost in my hands
Joined,
Lost in this prayer
Without return
To the place in which
I need to be found
To travel from field to field
In Rumi’s meeting place
And just as I went deeper
The light from the bulb
In my passage
Breaks through a gap
In my hands
That play host to horizon
The rising sun of reality
The truth of wandering
Through right and wrong
Wrong and right
Day and night
Until I raise the hosts
Once more
In the faith
That this wandering becomes easier to take...