Wasi has something to share

Understand - my ego is huge as the universe, but more fragile than egg shells and butterfly wings. So if you love me, tell it loud for me (and all the world) to hear. Declare it on each breath, as many times daily as your heart pumps it around your being, so I can take your words and weave a gossamer cloak of reassurance - a trembling shift, fine as mist but stronger than a knight's steel shell, made so because you spoke it. If you have affection, show me clear as my cat who, chest rumbling joyful at the sight of me, brushes love firm with her fur-fuelled greeting. Pads paws to toes, knees, face, and when I lay, assumes my back as her throne, lazes regal, from my shoulders to waist, her demonstration that she owns me just as well as I do her. If you love me, love, then testify.

I awoke, with my mouth dry from dreams I had writ as my waking mind slept and my sleeping mind, adept, created realities of worlds where clouds shone and trees wove shelters above us, as crimson skies wept. I awoke with my tongue swollen tight, heavy with the words I had uttered unaware; tales that I no longer recall, But that burned as they left their home in my heart. The memories, my own, merged with the world's, demanding an audience, compelling a teller. Ignorant upon waking, my tongue fell still. I awoke, beyond tired from the miles I had trudged in my bed. Travelled continents unchartered creating, in my own, a cartographer's dream; lands whose names inspire deserts and oceans and the flaws in smoky cystal-cut glass, each a glimpse of the Garden, perhaps. Melting on waking, as all proper dreamscapes must. I awoke and lay, prone, scratchy-eyed, waiting for the dreams to return.

---David--- I saw you stand tonight at a bus-stop, all nonchalant, so straight; not even proud, just natural, and the idea of a stick was laughable, that wheelchair some half-imagined nightmare no association with that faultless posture. I heard you speak tonight, not to me, but regaling some crowd of friends with your treatise on that album by the Arctic Monkeys (remember?). Languid, but by choice, your speech broken only by your laughter. I saw you write tonight, sat hunched at your machine, your brow a field of furrows - focused, not pained. And you produced reams, covered my landscape effortlessly, impatient for the space to fill with each new passage. I see you smile, not to chide, but gently mock my childish fancy. And maybe it is only fantasy, but I believe it real - I saw it tonight.

The week after the Poetic Pilgrimage gig, I was back at Rich Mix for another amazing night of music, poetry, and incredibly uplifting sharing. Mohammed Yahya and his band were the ones on stage this time, filling the venue with a sound only he has - Afro beat fusing with hip-hop, blues and spoken word. They were joined by an amazing line up of special guests, including Poetic Pilgrimage, Masikah, Muslim Belal, R U Kid, and the brilliant Ismael, from Mecca 2 Medina. Once again, if you haven't heard already, check out Mohammed's MySpace page .

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