Sufi death prayer

Bismillah
Where I came from is where I am going
Where I came from is where I am going
Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajioon
Bless my spirit
Bless my body
As we part
My book has reached its final chapter
Let me end it with beautiful words
My hope is in the Most Merciful
Receive me
When next I see, let me see You
My joy and satisfaction is in the Eternal
When next I feel, let me feel You
Grace covers me
Love lifts me up
My book has reached its final chapter
Let me end it with beautiful words
To those I leave behind
Do not grieve or suffer long
Take up the work of this world with pure hearts
Let Kindness be your Truth
As my book closes in on itself
Let me smile, and speak beautiful words
Thank you Creator for this life
Ameen
Go in Peace with Mercy and Compassion

Bound

A golden thread connects my heart to yours

Inside our secret skins

Magic stitched us together

I travel back in time

Following strands of memory

Get stuck in tangles that loop throughout eternity

Some mighty powerful voodoo

I cut the bindings to free myself

But they come alive and fuse again – stronger

I run away and weave a new life

But find not enough mystical metaphor to convince me twice

And without connection, cannot feel the fabric of myself at all

Either I’m cut, or I’m bound

Crushing seashells

Knees hit the sand with a thud and a crunch

Nimble fingers and palms gathering and crushing seashells

Making a pile of perfect, coarse white dust

And we haven’t considered an end, neither economic gain

We are girls at the busy work of play

Sod House

I grew up pressed into the damp firmament of our sod house

With roots wrapped round my toes at night

In sleep, the soil pulling

Inhale and exhale earth

Dank and bone cold embrace

Grassy bed, leafy bed

In dreams I’m still there

Eternally in the dirt of my origins

 

 

Strange how the dream comforts

You still show up in my dreams

I saw the paper with your name on it and the day’s date

Evidence, you’ve been sneaking back into my house

And you nearly got away again

But I ran outside and caught you

Holding the jacket fibers, pulling you close

Head on your shoulder, tears on your shoulder

Your hand on my head, whispering

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m fine.”

Strange how the dream comforts

I wake feeling gentle, relieved

Signs of your visit linger on my cheeks

And in the corners of my eyes

Poems

I avoid writing poems anymore
Poems – a way to remember you
I live not in those past places
Though at times I find myself baffled
At the people around me
For I cannot count you among them
An uneasiness enters the scene
And after a few moments I realize
I feel alone
Missing my friend
And without permission the past becomes present
Your essence engulfs my senses
Am I drowning?
Memory pulls like the ocean tide
Resistance, no
Submission alone delivers peace

Wild Fish

Caught a wild fish
Flayed her on a stick
Dug out slippery red pearl eggs
Ate her insides
Devoured her children
Threw her back and head into the fire
Picked her meat from my teeth with a rib bone

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