Hold me tight sister
Don't let them catch me
"I won't Ezie" said Ngozi as she nestled them deeper into the leaves

      These spiritual window-shoppers,
      who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
      They handle a hundred items and put them down,
      shadows with no capital.

       What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
      But these walk into a shop,
      and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
      in that shop.

       Where did you go? "Nowhere."
      What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

       Even if you don't know what you want,
      buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

       Start a huge, foolish project,
      like Noah.

       It makes absolutely no difference
      what people think of you.

At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?

Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.

As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.

The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.

This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.

You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?

I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!

O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.

The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.

Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.
Then you ran in every direction
and escaped through the drain spout . . .

Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.

Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.



Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.



Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

I was never seen alive

An endless floor sans you

We enter emotion and hide our breathing

There is freedom here

Machines pierce seasons

Soaking core

Wishing I had closed my eyes

Forced poison

I should have known

Infinite midnight

When you start to scream it goes unnoticed

Deep dark corners of iminagation, responsible for child hood hallucinations don't disappear in the later years

Late nights without sleep till daylight play on the mind and set reality aside giving way to paranoia to well up inside.

First its simple and explainable but worsens with time, a point comes when fear proves to be alive only sinking you deeper inside

As the devil stands over you watching in plain sight, you try to force yourself outside but terror keeps you frozen in time.

But talking to the shadows satin left behind  to keep a close eye on every move you  may try, eases the tension cuz someone finally sticks around ournd for conversation.

If you haven't taken rest by day five the world a group of spies trying to ruin your life. Arrest you without a chance of ever seeing light

After 6 strung out nights reality is a dream and puppy's can fly, your wanted by the FBI, every move you make is another surprise.

In less than a week you can suddenly be a different take on yourself, a person with 6 different names, each with a life and attitude completely different From the rest,
Impossible to talk to cuz very one of the people in your head wanna share there views

just stand and watch the season change,

note the dew and separate ideas.



remember that you stand alone. are not

alone

from criticism and contradiction. medieval

music plays, the town smells as it should

now.



stand and watch the river sing, remember the day

wind hit water.



you were not alone, neither was the grave digger.



he waved yesterday.



sbm.