Lord,
Look at How much Glory has climbed out of my Mouth and my Chest today?
How much Crawled into my Pupils/Eyes, and Enmeshed itself into Me?
has Grown over and Into my Ears like Moss,
by the People, I have got to Encounter,
Witnessing them in their Human
their Rawness,
this Immense shine that Glories out of Every Person I have Ever conversed with,
Lord,
Aren’t I so lucky?
The vastness of beauty in humans I’ve got to exchange with,
Aren’t I so lucky?.
Love climbs out of my Hands,
and pours down my Neck,
Lord,
Like Wine,
Lush,
Sweet next to my Skin,
Close, right there,
Next to my Jugular,
Lord,
God is found Resting here,
they Say,
وَلَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا ٱلْإِنسَـٰنَ وَنَعْلَمُ مَا تُوَسْوِسُ بِهِۦ نَفْسُهُۥ ۖ وَنَحْنُ أَقْرَبُ إِلَيْهِ مِنْ حَبْلِ ٱلْوَرِيدِ
‘Indeed, ˹it is˺ We ˹Who˺ created humankind and ˹fully˺ know what their souls whisper to them, and We are closer to them than ˹their˺ jugular vein.’
God is closer than your Jugular vein,
Lord,
How Rich I must be,
to have God meet me here,
Where my Face meets this Dimension,
He is here,,
Right here,,,,
At My Neck,,
My Jugular,
A Formidable Silent Declaration,
His Love.
Lord
Sings Out of my Heart,
and onto my Chest,
and back onto my Hands,
met with a Field of Fertile Soil,
Blooming in the Sun, with ample Holy Water,
and the Earth is deep,
rich in nutrients,
in its Possibilities,
Met with Trees of Pomegranate,
Lemons, Thyme, and Birds that flirt,
My Love Sweetens itself in Nature,
It becomes Succulent,
Full,
Blooming,
My Love,
sends to the rest of my Being,
and it then returns as a Gift,,
A gift that Gives until it Cannot,
with every Nafas,
every breath,
We are until we are not,
Ahl – Al- Anfas,
we are the Folk of Breaths,
Sending Love,
Around,
to also that Which is Behind me,
To All that has Taught Me,
Carved me, and Cut Me, Held Me,
Grieving often,
My Love makes Rivers of Sweet Honey,
Shower from My Eyes,
My love brings Flowers to the Warground,
Whilst I pay my Lesson to the Skies,
I Thank it,
I get Lost in It,
A Janazah awaiting to be performed,
Lost in Loss,
and then I See my Dreams
I Remember,
I am Demanded to Remember,
The Cuts come to Sharpen you,
For What is ahead,
and what is Here Now,
Above,
and Below
The Unseen,
in all its rich Electricity,
Its Roots,
Dark,
Connected, in Sweetness,
Lord,
Guide me In Creation.
to Create,
Your Essence.