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The 4th day of July, and a night with Poetic Pilgrimage rocking the house, and showing what it really means to be independent - of narrow expectations, misconceptions, and any other obstacle that could potentially hold them back. It was a night of brilliance supreme - they blazed, truly. If you don't already know Poetic Pilgrimage, what's taken you so long?!  Check 'em out - they are amazing. >>Poetic Pilgrimage on MySpace<< (double click on pics for full size)

This is for you, Umm Junayd.  Travel safe, and make sure you come back! ---journey home--- t read soft, sweet pilgrim, soft, but sure follow your intentions to the place they lead let them be your map to that sacred place you only needed come so far from home to find the love within your soul to reveal that love that makes you whole you came to seek His Love how beautiful you are, dear sister humbled and awed, a child once more among a family you have always known but never before seen on such a scale your tears trail,  unheeded as the dust they displace travel apparent on your face leaves a trace that is rendered as nothing by the light that shines through your joy emanates, pure, inevitable, true how could you know what your soul had forgotten?  memory stolen, but in mercy -  the only way you could leave the perfection of that garden where we all began His Love - such Love bathing each white robe, each beard, each shawl the bond so strong will you ever b

tonight the stars fell from the sky rained down, terrified, tails ablaze liquid fire, studding the smouldering earth   could not withstand the gravitational pull of the planet Newton’s discovery made potent by the world’s misery combined   and as the final drop of hope dried to a grain of despair the heavens were overwhelmed   some say they did not fall – they jumped; dove head-first to their extinction ancient witnesses grown weary of all they saw seeking only to find a way to end their nightly visions

all i want is a room somewhere in which to sit accompanied only by the silence of the dark

Sunset approach, full window view cobalt, steel, and cotton sky. Leaves shiver and spring, teasing songs form the wind as it rifles through, chilling their veins, every hair stood taut, micro-shocks at this intrusion. KOL and Karima both play with my head where Robeson and Jackson have already planted rich, deep kisses of melody and bass. Awake before the sun even considered, a day of toil - effectively shirked in favour of musical re-education - sweet soul, gospel, folk and blues (awe the default) every note, pure captivation. Must stop that. Start this. Focus.

I don't know how not to let infatuation obfuscate my vision, misted from the first moment you pressed your hand into mine (so soft) and smiled Hands Lips Eyes I lay open this wager to anyone claiming rationality: that should they, just for some short seconds, become me (no, really) see you as right now I see, would find themselves no longer free to claim refuge with reason. Fingers pricked, bleeding, would turn, leave this Zuleikha to her fallacy. My will lies fathoms deep no chance of breath. Patient (almost) unto death. Faith forming bubbles of hope drifting to the surface.