Care and speak
Respect
Freedom of belief

You do your I do mine
in such religious norm
that’s not meant to force
no respect one could find
could this be a healthy mind?

Learning to love
the moon in the dark.
Make no mistake no touch!

For thy silent
       beauty rose
any word
        is not full!

Queen Fathima—the Queen of Heaven—
tones down her rose-red color,
lending nature a cool spark.

Boom—it fires up the Big Bang!

So she shades her hue,
puts on her black niqab,
so that in her shadow, nature may flower.

Now the full-blown Scientia—nature itself—
is beyond every hand’s touch,
every eye's full grasp,
yet forever searching
for their Queen—everywhere.

When I stood
before my mirror
I put my hand down
raised to touch the moon.
Still, I say it's beautiful!

Pi with love won’t die
it’s irrational but rational
between the infinite Creator
and finite creation.

A creation is dead zero
somewhere being irrational
with the eternally Irrational
That can’t be thought,
or felt let alone be seen
is beyond the imagination!
But Qun Be the very creating Voice
at the beginning that
was allowed to be heard!
Giving the rational reason
the creation revives on a tangent.
Turns on to a perfect circle counting on
both worlds perfectly closed!

Follows the Voice in the nothingness abyss
pleasantly resonant throughout
the deepest and darkest hours showing light.
Suddenly the creation becomes so relevant
finds love that was in creating the creation.
It starts to discover its own
seductive narrative arc:
The vital three acts
the beginning, the middle and the end!

But finds no true end
therefore no middle in the middle
no, begin in the beginning.
The creation in the creation
floating in the void nothingness
starts to see the Irrational for good!