(A poem from a few weeks ago.)
There are those who see us as evil
draped in shadows & night veils.
I cannot recognize their empty faces.
There are those who see us as good
a dark mirage that phoenixes into angelic light.
I cannot translate or understand their dead tongue.
Both are names without being.
But I walk along this ocean shore
whose tides have turned to bright blood waves
I am lost here and my soul is married to this new fire.
My heart incenses love’s wakefulness
as my breath is a war dirge
born between stars.
All laws of God & man are broken potter’s shards at my feet.
And I take my first gulp of pure cold air.
Gazing upon the ocean foam & ancient crags
I know I am not alone……I never have been.
How many others, I wonder, have broken bread
with this same moment?
How many oceans have we all seen like this?
How many ….like this?
At last, I grasp my sword in hand
& begin the journey to where
I remember the rumors
of the ancient war.
– Seti I Shadim