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Softly Enchanted In A World Full Of Throns (Love Letter To Rumi)
To the man of the sunlight by the stars his trek upon beds of sand throughout the beginning of time
Never give credence to the crows who speaks ill will from the synagogue of a wicked mind
A mighty presence rooted by the seeds of his lineage sitting on the throne in the majestic skies
Look beyond the golden field of dreams, silence the noise and open the chambers of your heart
Inhale your life, exhale your presence and allow the Creator to guide your footsteps though His passage, have faith, and do not falter when the storms appear dark
Walk among the clouds and translate upon your ordained scrolls from the cosmic energy orbiting in the stratosphere, and engrave the identity of man’s creation, from Heaven to the incoming tides
Let your discourse be the insignia behind the purpose of your pineal gland awakened by your third eye
A soft murmur and a tender touch that once soared you yonder the night skies
Comfort of the imagination found between the silken cove of my heritage butter rum thighs
Heartbeat to heartbeat, faint echoes, whispers is all that remains
Clenching you tighter, as you called to the firmaments, my name
Holding me closer as my honeyed essence drizzled like thunder, snared you in the cocoon of my silken rain
Eyes closed, lips to lips, palms held against withe oath of your promise
Your strong arms gave parishes sanctuary away from society, I can still feel you in the reminisce
A hard chest when my emotions needed rendering by celestial designs, sigh because as stardust I kiss you in the sublime
The orator to always uplift the strength that belies the quietude of a man’s soul
Is your dialect found in the Proverbs of your heart, entwined in the Psalms by the wishes, granted from your intellect to humbly bestow
Strip the passion, the lust, to the shrivel of your nakedness, there is the truth of your soul
You were once a blessed fertilized seed
The cry of your thirst suckled from the knowledge from a Queen’s indoctrinated ancestral creed
In the thrones from the growth, you stand in the light of life lessons, fully grown
What have your hands bloomed, your mind sowed,
Chaos doesn’t cost and it is the consecrated oath of your heart, fortified in native gems as time needs to atone
Hear the angry ocean roar, it is telling of its story
Surround yourself, and remain rooted you are much bigger than its past purgatory
Voices of long ago whispers to the skies asking earth to forgive a drowning sleep
Tears in remembrance for a country once thriving of natural resources, emblems of gold, dethroned by revulsion from man’s loins, women barren wombs, never given the right to teach
The North Star followed, feet wading in water to taste the land of Freedom, weary in the journey some did not reach
Hebrew man, instill my intellect with your ancient wisdom of grand visions so we both can pull each other up when we come together though the passage of time, a kindred knowledge we shall both preach
Lost souls in an abyss of a hydrated grave found in the well of the deep
From the Motherland, the gift of the earth that was once ours
Blessed by the Goddess Venus and shielded by the Gods of Mars
Freedom in the beautiful allure to the generational interchanged by the conquering Moors
To Israel to the fall of the Roman Empire, our place in an ill forgotten time that flowed in the land of milk where the honey, once dipped as universal love smoothly poured
The land is burning around us, Karma ignited without lighting a match
The masters’ plantations of his own cross unto his hooded shame, cries out, no time to gather his debauched mementos, or keys to snatch
Antebellum stone pillars in flames from the diary of his wicked soul refusing to atone from Jim Crow’s systematic latch
I am here, my love, my Moorish King
Yes, with you, my soft energy, I stand as your Hebrew Queen
Incircle me within your strength of love
A tender kiss as we slowly ascend beyond the clouds above
Never give credence to the crows who speaks ill will from the synagogue of a wicked mind
A mighty presence rooted by the seeds of his lineage sitting on the throne in the majestic skies
Look beyond the golden field of dreams, silence the noise and open the chambers of your heart
Inhale your life, exhale your presence and allow the Creator to guide your footsteps though His passage, have faith, and do not falter when the storms appear dark
Walk among the clouds and translate upon your ordained scrolls from the cosmic energy orbiting in the stratosphere, and engrave the identity of man’s creation, from Heaven to the incoming tides
Let your discourse be the insignia behind the purpose of your pineal gland awakened by your third eye
A soft murmur and a tender touch that once soared you yonder the night skies
Comfort of the imagination found between the silken cove of my heritage butter rum thighs
Heartbeat to heartbeat, faint echoes, whispers is all that remains
Clenching you tighter, as you called to the firmaments, my name
Holding me closer as my honeyed essence drizzled like thunder, snared you in the cocoon of my silken rain
Eyes closed, lips to lips, palms held against withe oath of your promise
Your strong arms gave parishes sanctuary away from society, I can still feel you in the reminisce
A hard chest when my emotions needed rendering by celestial designs, sigh because as stardust I kiss you in the sublime
The orator to always uplift the strength that belies the quietude of a man’s soul
Is your dialect found in the Proverbs of your heart, entwined in the Psalms by the wishes, granted from your intellect to humbly bestow
Strip the passion, the lust, to the shrivel of your nakedness, there is the truth of your soul
You were once a blessed fertilized seed
The cry of your thirst suckled from the knowledge from a Queen’s indoctrinated ancestral creed
In the thrones from the growth, you stand in the light of life lessons, fully grown
What have your hands bloomed, your mind sowed,
Chaos doesn’t cost and it is the consecrated oath of your heart, fortified in native gems as time needs to atone
Hear the angry ocean roar, it is telling of its story
Surround yourself, and remain rooted you are much bigger than its past purgatory
Voices of long ago whispers to the skies asking earth to forgive a drowning sleep
Tears in remembrance for a country once thriving of natural resources, emblems of gold, dethroned by revulsion from man’s loins, women barren wombs, never given the right to teach
The North Star followed, feet wading in water to taste the land of Freedom, weary in the journey some did not reach
Hebrew man, instill my intellect with your ancient wisdom of grand visions so we both can pull each other up when we come together though the passage of time, a kindred knowledge we shall both preach
Lost souls in an abyss of a hydrated grave found in the well of the deep
From the Motherland, the gift of the earth that was once ours
Blessed by the Goddess Venus and shielded by the Gods of Mars
Freedom in the beautiful allure to the generational interchanged by the conquering Moors
To Israel to the fall of the Roman Empire, our place in an ill forgotten time that flowed in the land of milk where the honey, once dipped as universal love smoothly poured
The land is burning around us, Karma ignited without lighting a match
The masters’ plantations of his own cross unto his hooded shame, cries out, no time to gather his debauched mementos, or keys to snatch
Antebellum stone pillars in flames from the diary of his wicked soul refusing to atone from Jim Crow’s systematic latch
I am here, my love, my Moorish King
Yes, with you, my soft energy, I stand as your Hebrew Queen
Incircle me within your strength of love
A tender kiss as we slowly ascend beyond the clouds above
Published 31st Aug 2024
Author's Note
The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
Rumi
Rumi
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1st Sep 2024 2:21pm
1st Sep 2024 7:55pm
I love every word. It evokes thoughts of a former time somewhere in Africa. The imagery is replete with symbolism and seduction. You are a great writer.
