My life is Celestial,
The cracks in my Palms seem to all align,
Like jigsaws, and coconut shells,
Fitting like moulds,
An unseeable future between my two hands,
Inscribed in the 99 names of God,
My past and future wrapped as if a helix,
Continuous, infinite ,
I try to realign, retrace,
Back to the present,
Find myself here, now
I find that where I was given deficit in childhood;
Is now replaced by People,
Eyes differing in colour, having seen the unseeable,
Lips carved into smiles,
Stories embedded into memory banks,
People who have walked many trails ,
We cross, in miraculous ways,
I am offered Gifts,
As if stories weren’t enough,
In alms of bounty,
What a life I live,
In love,
Despite all that was lost,
Now replenished with wholespices,
Bay leaves added, to bring out taste,
Like salt,
That is The People,
Stinging on wounds, for push,
Showering me in blossoms to bring out the best in me,
They are the abundant rivers under my feet,
As if my Ama never left,
Nor my Father ,
As if the love I never received; is now being thrown at me
In thricefold,
Gifted in Palm leaves ,
I used to beg to Allah,
On my knees, in sujood *,
Wailing most nights away,
I would pray, and pray, and pray some more,
For Him to stop Hell from eating me,
To stop the Cult,
For release from the darkness eating my mind,
Peace,
I am out now,
My prayers were answered,
I didnt even notice the Shift,
The cosmic energies thrashing my past,
I was blind, now I have awoken Lord,
I am awake,
My eyes were misty in tears,
My judgment clouded from beatings,
My irises were bruised,
As they heal I see the presents you present me,
Sweet as dates, figs, and honey.
I am in indebted to You,
Whilst wondering who You are,
What a fool I am.