"The Decreed Unseen"

i am inspired by and

lost in the sounds

of the night rain falling,

the wind rustling

the bare branches

of the many plain trees

that surround my home

and in hearing

the waning moon

as she slowly climbs

the night's ebony staircase.

there is an internal calmness,

permeating the external

as my soul listens

to the sounds of allah.

i am a sitting prostration

with an unquivering soul,

clear mind, still heart,

and quiet flesh.

still in the knowing,

certain of the unseen.

as certain as the moon

shall continue her rise,

the divine one moves

destiny closer

to the tips

of my all-seeing fingers

as the wind whirls open

my now uncrying hands.

upon hearing

the moon's sliver,

i taste your

alone hands

encircling mine

as our nocturnal souls

find a peace eternal

in the touch of the absolute;

silent lovers unified in one

beating spiritual being.

bonded souls exposed

in unique sounds;

as they whisper gratitude

to the eternal one

for yet another earthly union.

in the seeing of these

unseen scenes,

my mind houses

a positiveness

causing her

feminine lake to be

calm and clear,

receptive

to the understanding

of the unseen.

in unison,

the silent shahada

is whispered,

submitting the brahmin;

transcending her

to yet

another level.

i am the moon's

ordained ascension,

the cool night breeze,

i am the glistening branches,

the wet falling rain,

the ebony sky,

the hands of time.

i am the all-hearing,

the all-seeing.

one of two

precious lovers

on this never-ending journey

guided by the supreme lover's

time'd whisper.

time to cross yet again

into the flesh;

a divine unification

of two lonely, earthly skins

unlonely when bound

but yet when bound,

unbound.

life's internal essence

given by the other's

metaphoric key;

uniting what as of yet

has been ununited.

eternally chosen souls

waiting,

waiting for the lovers'

first taste of this life's

spiritual, breathing

sacrament.

Aloha wau ia 'oe, nei kane.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova