A Mystery to be Lived...
Not a Problem to be Solved...
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Gift of Letting Go
"Go Away So I can Miss You..."
Old Friend. You have saturated my life with nothing but your Kingly being.
Your Peaks and Valleys upholster the frame of my heart.
You've brought tidings of comfort and support, smiles and admiration.
Your calm consistency dissolves my own self doubt.
You gave me your acceptance without struggle.
You have been a teacher. A Best Friend.
We have grown together as two sequoias gasping for thinner air.
To Oversee.
Giants.
So brittle with emotion that God's whisper leaves us incoherent with love.
Delicate.
With Power.
In a world of hard-boiled egos We did it.
Through Marbles and Credit, Pogs and Education, Midway Tickets to Weed Brownies, Cries for Christ to the Silence of Allah, From Justifiable Crimes to Unjust Sentences, From the pedestals of righteousness to the water-bed of heathenism. We have travelled together as the closest of comrades.
I need to leave you. Watch you get smaller with my back turned to you.
My softness must meet brimstone for I ward off impulses to cry on your feet.
I need to watch you disappear, become an item of faith.
Another sacred item for my heart to send energy to from afar.
A star to gaze infinitely upon. In Loving Memory.
The masterful-ness of our souls was not enough for the resiliency of our knowledge.
Our Knowledge took us to the edge of what we know-Not.
Our Knowledge were the swords that we slit eachother's jugular.
We knew our weak spots, As all Old Friends Do.
We were never supposed to go here.
Our programming did us in.
Our cult, abandoned us both.
Our pride got the best of our tenderness.
We gave up Ours because it was too painful, resorted
to the resort of aversion. Succumbed to abstinence of stress.
What is love without tension. Struggle without War.
Simply let go of me too. Old Friend.
Miss me with your instinct.
Connect with me in your primordial being.
Our imaginations will carry on this great friendship.
Beyond our life.
God Shines Darkness on the Light of our Day
to remind us HE is the Eclipse.
He the Forgiver and he who opens doors to be Forgiven.
Take a moment to be without me.
Then,you will remember, How much you love me.
As I remember now, that I have, Let You Go.
My Dear Old Friend.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Silence is the Chorus
Despite the attempts at decibals to construct the perfect tone.
The ubiquitous note. That corresponding sound.
Nothing does it better than the silence between your breaths.
The ubiquitous note. That corresponding sound.
Nothing does it better than the silence between your breaths.
Monday, November 1, 2010
The Arrogance of Knowledge
Both in the Same Boat
As the Professor of literature was getting into the boat he said to the boatman:
"Tell me, my good man, have you ever studied grammar?"
"No sir" the boatman replied.
"alas," said the professor loftily, "what a pity. Without such knowledge you've wasted half your life."
The boat set off. Not long after, a storm blew up. The boat was caught in a whirlpool.
The boatman shouted abve the chaos: "Tell me, sir, have you ever learned how to swim?"
"No, No!" the professor cried.
"alas," The boatman replied, "What a pity. Without such knowledge you've wasted All your life!"
- Rumi
As the Professor of literature was getting into the boat he said to the boatman:
"Tell me, my good man, have you ever studied grammar?"
"No sir" the boatman replied.
"alas," said the professor loftily, "what a pity. Without such knowledge you've wasted half your life."
The boat set off. Not long after, a storm blew up. The boat was caught in a whirlpool.
The boatman shouted abve the chaos: "Tell me, sir, have you ever learned how to swim?"
"No, No!" the professor cried.
"alas," The boatman replied, "What a pity. Without such knowledge you've wasted All your life!"
- Rumi
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Marose Rose
Black fingernails jive on tense clouds
And the lips of a prophet quiver.
Amarous to their ignorance as if
Insight was a plight and decay was made without time.
How to fan the fire of youth?
Afraid about what they themselves inherently know.
Like pirates out for bounty without wind.
Let them open the windows and slit the wrist of the sky. The children hold the golden compass less distortion.
They have the questions for your freedom.
But they are The Souls' Santa Maria
And with our selfishness
We snuff the wind before they knew they could sail.
Can you speak as you do in their absence when they are present? Or is it like conquest, tongues lost in translation.
Think of the seeds.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Adam is Atom. Mankind Is Medicine
As a community, we could collectively catalog all the poems recited during the 2010
Canadian Festival of Spoken Word, detach the name of the poets from the poem itself,
hand over the poetic calendar to individuals chosen and agreed on by the community as
"Elders of Humainties' Movement Towards Transcendence from Enslavement." They should
write additional summaries of the Gazette Canadiana 2010 and submit the compendium to
the House of Commons who shall take it into serious considerations as a legitimate document
instrumental to assessing the Vital Signs of Canadian Society.
Just a thought.
What I really mean to say is that God is the script writer, the narrative that matters is much bigger than winners or losers. The Canadian Festival of Spoken Word was amazing, in its eloquence, flare and significance to the community. As a first timer, my experience allowed me to ground myself in the larger context of the lands of Canada and bask in the gifted brilliance of Canada's Best Wordsmiths. Genius after Genius, poets covered cardinal topics intrinsic to the human experience. There was something for everyone and then some. We also got to observe the power that spoken word carries to spark an active flame in the human spirit which manifests itself in a wide array of responses, from wild incoherent cheering to somber, heavy contemplative states that beg people to look at something in their lives differently. Either way, you leave the venue with much more than what you arrived with, all due to words mixed with spirit mixed with community.
Through my eyes, the best way to describe it was 5 days of prayer. Despite our tendency to
integrate game theory in all that we do in this technosphere of illusions, my experience was a different one, especially with the uncompromising nature of my teammates, and their insistence on the complete attention to the originator of actions, Intention. More than hours of practice time and cathartic releases, were days of contemplating intention.
To quoteAmir Junaid Muhadith (formerly known as "loon" of Bad Boy Records),
"This Dunya ain't about nothing". That is, this world we recognize as our physical existence, is not our permanent dwelling or destiny. It is more like a hotel room. Most people do not care how they live or how they leave the hotel room. They drink, throw garbage on the floor, steal, bend the rules and some do not even flush the toilet. They are detached from the aftermath and consequences of their actions because they know they will leave it forever and someone else will deal with it, much like us in this world. Now this does not mean carelessness is allowed to ensue, it is precisely the opposite.
If we recognize that we are returning to our Home as One with God, we can remain faithful to our homes even when we are away temporarily. The pious partner does not transform into a philanderer on his travels, rather he carries his home with him, behaving as if his family was in front of him. Integrity at all times should only be in reference to the Creator - there is never a middle man or entity. Why bless the bowl when we can praise the ocean?
My team worried little in terms of strategy and points, our focus was on becoming better slaves, so that The Master of the Unseen could articulate the divine narrative through our words. In submission to Allah, we could not lose, because his Will was the Will of the Worlds, The Will of Creation, The Will of our own Free Will, The Will of His Melody, The Will of His Synchronicity, The Will of the Sustainer of Sound, Projector of Voice and Master of All Things Audible. Urban Legends went hard Every Time. There was never an option not to get it in, to go in, to go deep, to O.D., To Zone In, To Zone Out, To Go Meta! We wanted to please God everytime, and in this agenda, our collective Iman exploded from our hearts.
Joy and gratefulness was our prize. Appreciation Through Our Creator was our trophy.
Uncompromising dedication to our intention to raise the consciousness of the masses as the Poetry Vanguard was our Honor.
Alhamdulilah.
Suspend yourselves infront of Yourself! That is what the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word is about. Presence. The most powerful way to recognize and admire ones own presence is to suspend it in front of ourselves.
The poetry brought by the poets is a way of suspending our collective selves in front of our selves, giving rise to a degree of appreciation and hunger for life we were not previously aware of. As my brother Nathaniel Larochette, festival director said,
"Sometimes it feels as if life leads us away from our hearts path, but in fact, it is just our hearts way of reminding us how beautiful its appearance is from a distance, for it knows we often need this perspective to respect it"
Mankind is its Own Best Medicine.
-----------------------------------
Thank you To All and Any that Supported the Team and I. You are like Medicine for me.
No one proves my point better than my Sister, Hodan Ibrahim.
Love
Canadian Festival of Spoken Word, detach the name of the poets from the poem itself,
hand over the poetic calendar to individuals chosen and agreed on by the community as
"Elders of Humainties' Movement Towards Transcendence from Enslavement." They should
write additional summaries of the Gazette Canadiana 2010 and submit the compendium to
the House of Commons who shall take it into serious considerations as a legitimate document
instrumental to assessing the Vital Signs of Canadian Society.
Just a thought.
What I really mean to say is that God is the script writer, the narrative that matters is much bigger than winners or losers. The Canadian Festival of Spoken Word was amazing, in its eloquence, flare and significance to the community. As a first timer, my experience allowed me to ground myself in the larger context of the lands of Canada and bask in the gifted brilliance of Canada's Best Wordsmiths. Genius after Genius, poets covered cardinal topics intrinsic to the human experience. There was something for everyone and then some. We also got to observe the power that spoken word carries to spark an active flame in the human spirit which manifests itself in a wide array of responses, from wild incoherent cheering to somber, heavy contemplative states that beg people to look at something in their lives differently. Either way, you leave the venue with much more than what you arrived with, all due to words mixed with spirit mixed with community.
Through my eyes, the best way to describe it was 5 days of prayer. Despite our tendency to
integrate game theory in all that we do in this technosphere of illusions, my experience was a different one, especially with the uncompromising nature of my teammates, and their insistence on the complete attention to the originator of actions, Intention. More than hours of practice time and cathartic releases, were days of contemplating intention.
To quoteAmir Junaid Muhadith (formerly known as "loon" of Bad Boy Records),
"This Dunya ain't about nothing". That is, this world we recognize as our physical existence, is not our permanent dwelling or destiny. It is more like a hotel room. Most people do not care how they live or how they leave the hotel room. They drink, throw garbage on the floor, steal, bend the rules and some do not even flush the toilet. They are detached from the aftermath and consequences of their actions because they know they will leave it forever and someone else will deal with it, much like us in this world. Now this does not mean carelessness is allowed to ensue, it is precisely the opposite.
If we recognize that we are returning to our Home as One with God, we can remain faithful to our homes even when we are away temporarily. The pious partner does not transform into a philanderer on his travels, rather he carries his home with him, behaving as if his family was in front of him. Integrity at all times should only be in reference to the Creator - there is never a middle man or entity. Why bless the bowl when we can praise the ocean?
My team worried little in terms of strategy and points, our focus was on becoming better slaves, so that The Master of the Unseen could articulate the divine narrative through our words. In submission to Allah, we could not lose, because his Will was the Will of the Worlds, The Will of Creation, The Will of our own Free Will, The Will of His Melody, The Will of His Synchronicity, The Will of the Sustainer of Sound, Projector of Voice and Master of All Things Audible. Urban Legends went hard Every Time. There was never an option not to get it in, to go in, to go deep, to O.D., To Zone In, To Zone Out, To Go Meta! We wanted to please God everytime, and in this agenda, our collective Iman exploded from our hearts.
Joy and gratefulness was our prize. Appreciation Through Our Creator was our trophy.
Uncompromising dedication to our intention to raise the consciousness of the masses as the Poetry Vanguard was our Honor.
Alhamdulilah.
Suspend yourselves infront of Yourself! That is what the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word is about. Presence. The most powerful way to recognize and admire ones own presence is to suspend it in front of ourselves.
The poetry brought by the poets is a way of suspending our collective selves in front of our selves, giving rise to a degree of appreciation and hunger for life we were not previously aware of. As my brother Nathaniel Larochette, festival director said,
"Sometimes it feels as if life leads us away from our hearts path, but in fact, it is just our hearts way of reminding us how beautiful its appearance is from a distance, for it knows we often need this perspective to respect it"
Mankind is its Own Best Medicine.
-----------------------------------
Thank you To All and Any that Supported the Team and I. You are like Medicine for me.
No one proves my point better than my Sister, Hodan Ibrahim.
Love
Saturday, October 16, 2010
We are Rich, We have everything we Want...
...but do we have God...
The all or nothing, the being or to not be...
The contentment or the aggrevation
...but do we have ourselves...
in our homes could we kindle a silence
or the wavering sounds of the unsettled
We have all that we need
We need not ask for more...
Let us not forget that we are asking for too much...
and giving too little...
Come Back To God-Body
Open your body to God
And your True Self shall be all that you ever need...
A self that holds all the riches so the wretched can shine...
Be Greatful of His Greatness
The all or nothing, the being or to not be...
The contentment or the aggrevation
...but do we have ourselves...
in our homes could we kindle a silence
or the wavering sounds of the unsettled
We have all that we need
We need not ask for more...
Let us not forget that we are asking for too much...
and giving too little...
Come Back To God-Body
Open your body to God
And your True Self shall be all that you ever need...
A self that holds all the riches so the wretched can shine...
Be Greatful of His Greatness
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Enter: Hyf
My tongue is a welcome mat. My eyes are the flashes of a red carpet.
Our hearts the very language that we use to communicate.
I would like to introduce you to myself. Nice to meet you.
This is my first post of what I hope will be fruitful blogging career.
In Ottawa, there have been many poets that have been sharing their
worlds with us through their blogs and I have enjoyed my experience keeping up
with my favorites. If you would have asked me one year ago if I was going to have a
blog I would have said it was for fashion aficionados and suckaz strictly, but now
I see that we are building culture - in the modern age.
I am part of this process of culture making, actually its more like a churning. In this process
I hope to add my flavor, spices and feed you with my secret recipes and humble knowledge and experiences so that we can elevate the mass consciousness of the people. That IS our primary function as the poetry vanguard - to elevate the consciousness of the masses. We all do this regardless of our awareness or acceptance of it. The difference is we are either helping to build or destroy. I cannot say I will always do one or the other, as I have done both in the past.
I CAN say that my intention for this is to Build and Heal.
Create love and higher understanding, spark the tribal revival in its new form and
produce some gritty-inner-city-country-longing-hip hop.
God Willing. I am a human being, a shy one at that, and not much of anything else.
All Praise Due to our...
Creator.
The Creator Created me. |
She Sustains me.
She Encapsulated me.
She Liberates Me.
She Will Destroy me.
Feel Free to...
Our hearts the very language that we use to communicate.
I would like to introduce you to myself. Nice to meet you.
This is my first post of what I hope will be fruitful blogging career.
In Ottawa, there have been many poets that have been sharing their
worlds with us through their blogs and I have enjoyed my experience keeping up
with my favorites. If you would have asked me one year ago if I was going to have a
blog I would have said it was for fashion aficionados and suckaz strictly, but now
I see that we are building culture - in the modern age.
I am part of this process of culture making, actually its more like a churning. In this process
I hope to add my flavor, spices and feed you with my secret recipes and humble knowledge and experiences so that we can elevate the mass consciousness of the people. That IS our primary function as the poetry vanguard - to elevate the consciousness of the masses. We all do this regardless of our awareness or acceptance of it. The difference is we are either helping to build or destroy. I cannot say I will always do one or the other, as I have done both in the past.
I CAN say that my intention for this is to Build and Heal.
Create love and higher understanding, spark the tribal revival in its new form and
produce some gritty-inner-city-country-longing-hip hop.
God Willing. I am a human being, a shy one at that, and not much of anything else.
All Praise Due to our...
Creator.
The Creator Created me. |
She Sustains me.
She Encapsulated me.
She Liberates Me.
She Will Destroy me.
Feel Free to...
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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