Meditation

first i go with OUT
i listen to the sounds
no frequency undetected
so sense, completely without
form
or figure
emptiness
sound takes no space

and then i go with IN
i detect every small movement
of my
form
and figure
before long my breathing goes
deep
and i am pulled by gravity
deeper within

then, oh then is the rapture
cooled to heat sublime
i am one
with OUT and with IN
time escapes
sound vibrates all around
strange waves travel up and down
my body
everything pulses
the self with IN having no
distinction with OUT

horticulture

rose hips
from blood pooling in my pelvis
lavender
from purple bruises all over
orange zest
fire sun setting on my youth

traveling

sometimes we must carry people
baggage we cannot leave behind
no more precious
than the future, unpacked
open
but definitely more heavy

my body is not my body
pain's body
yes yes
all the ragged parts
vibrating tensely
pain is glue
for demons' children

When i think of you
i feel a weight
forcing me down to ground
i wait
for gravity to loosen its grip
but your name like stones
sitting in the bottom of my
stomack
pulls me ever towards an
impatient bedrock

observations on a train

the girl had stacks of fruit
but the man next to her
wanted to steal
and eat
it all.
so she had to eat it all the
faster
juice dribbling down her chin
as he sucked on bits and morsels
falling ripe
from her mouth.

La illaha illa Allah, Muhammadur
rasoolu Allah
aha
loose haram
maim du'a
rum hum ham
i cry with the Prophet,
pbuh
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