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Friday, August 28, 2020

Can't Sleep

  In war, innocent people are always the victims.

Many battles are fought this way, casualties drop and we merely cast blame,

 but things seem too insignificant to most to take notice.

Even a murder is not just cause for distraction from the ride to and from the bar.

We just call it two sides fighting and on the sidelines

more gather at a neighborhood football game.

In these deadly games of racism, its as if

no one even cares whose the one to blame.


so many people are more interested in gossip

over the neighbors and what the havenots don't have

to care a man died trying to save someone from

a 21st century surge in white supremacy.



Still we don't call this war. 

We barely see the fight. 

We don't even see the need to disagree.

Unless someone cuts in line and it directly involves you and me.


(Noorunnisa Muiz can't sleep)



Thursday, August 20, 2020

an ancestor blinks



 oh, young soul, your ancestors wait.

one day, your leggings
will feel too heavy.
your shoes will weigh
you down like two tons of lead.
even your bones
will abandon you, but don't be afraid.
you will be ready when the time comes.

wait til you see what is waiting here.
you are just the briefest blip
in time and we are here
in eternity waiting for you.
imagine, the first drop of blood
and how far you have come.

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

NOOR-UN-NISA'S 27 UPS AND DOWNS


(Its a delicate walk to balance hope with chaos.-Stacie Martin)

when you walk up and down
27 times, the two halls
of a psychiatric unit
to get in a mile
of exercise
while locked up manic,
you learn to balance
chaos
and
hope.

you teeter and totter
and never fall down.
well, maybe that's not true.
you do fall down.
you are on the ground,
but you rise up
even if it takes all day

and you take the next step forward
even if it takes the entire next day
and even if the entire 27 times
you walk up and down those two halls
is all in your head, you have accomplished
a miracle...you celebrate the ups and downs
of everything you have managed that day.

you are still here after all. and when you fell,
you got up. and when you were down and
couldn't get up, you laid there and visualized
moving forward until you could do it.
there is nothing to give up when you are down,
because down can't exist without up.
After all, that is the meaning of yin and yang,
here and there, high and low, manic and depressed,
sick and well, disaster and miracle, in and out,
open and closed, shut and open, alive and dead.

~Noor-un-Nisa has insomnia and is writing poems instead of sleeping~
 



Friday, September 27, 2019

Inside myself...


Inside myself, I sing to rainbows;
the chakras remind me I am more than they believe.
Light sings your name, how will you answer?
When you've been pushed into the shadows, there is Light.

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

My Mother Releases Blood Curdling Screams...

My mother releases blood curdling screams in her dreams, even while asleep, the bombs explode.
 


Saturday, July 20, 2019

Tears turn into rainbows...

Tears turn into rainbows, my dear child.
The storms move on, subdued by the Light of Paradise.

* * *


 

Friday, May 17, 2019

sorry...

maybe you were a dream, believe me -
when suddenly i woke up here in your empty bed
img source: Pixabay, foundry_co

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Monday, March 18, 2019

Bring me to your temple...

Bring me to your temple, Beloved.
Its so dark and I can't find my way back to my heart.


Sunday, February 3, 2019

the path winds...

The path winds in many directions.

Tell me where to turn to return home, my lost lover.

image: public domain

Monday, January 21, 2019

You were...


You were the sweet evening sunset, 
Now, my love, I'm drenched in the curse of the eye of storm.

***

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Way back...

Way back I silenced my poetry,
but all these rhymes still fill my heart  like this pouring rain.

***

The bullets were simply metaphors,
I've never fought to kill anyone, not even me.

***

I went to you and you lost the love,
you're the enemy who shamed my heart in this battle...

***

Don't blame me for your thunder, my love.
You can't stand in the Light of God like a lying thug.









Tuesday, September 4, 2018

When I am whirling with Hu...



***

When I am whirling with Hu,
there is no prison; I am free.

***

I surrender to this Peace I desire so much,
I forget my own desire.

***

The heart of this dervish returns home,
whirling away from all the limitations she once knew.

***

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Thursday, August 23, 2018

You may see my burqa...


You may see my burqa as a lonely night, 
but within my heart is a ka'ba of Light.

***
(the video is a "must see" also)



***
Ka Ba of the Ancient Egyptians

There exists, for those who seek It,
a silent yet innate understanding
of Divine Sound and Vibration
which opens souls
 to their Light-Self
in a myriad of ways.
For those who see
with the Eyes of the Light-Self,
only the Light-Self exists.

There is nothing but LightLoving Space.
May All Existence Recognize Their True Home.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Only the dervishes let their women go free...



***
Only the dervishes let their women go free.
My own daughters dance in their heads.

***
The men here beat us for bringing flowers
under our burqas to smell.

***
I tell my daughters stories to satisfy their freedom.
We sing our landays together by the hearth.

***
Perhaps my daughters will travel to kitchens far away,
we have been singing about these places since Eve began.

***




I was given my sons by Allah...

***
I was given my sons by Allah.
My Daughters are Divine, a part of My Heart.

***
My daughters dreamed of their lives in America.
They wanted men who set their hearts on fire.
***
I have one gift for my daughters.
They will never leave the hearth.
***
There is a goddess in our kitchen-
her fire will turn the men to ashes.
***
We threw salt on the fire at the mosque.
then returned to our hearths to pray.
***

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Ancient Afghan Poetry Form Adapts to Portray Modern Life

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

The moon




***
The moon found us sleeping there.
The lashes on our backs were glistening like tears.

***
There are many Paths to Light since we died.
Stars sing about angels.

***
Fatimah wraps us in Her Light.
There is nothing left to fear.

***





no one sleeps now accept the sneering man with the key...


***
 no one sleeps now accept the sneering man with the key. 
 when he wakes up, it jingles like he is opening doors. 

 ***
 the old lady with scars from her husband sketches our faces. 
 she says it helps her remember her own. 

 ***
 one day she will paint canvas blue for her freedom. 
 my father says my art destroys his soul

 *** 
 we are women the men want broken. 
we are captives, shards of their unmet desires.

 *** 

 at night, we form a line of 13 women, 
we wait for the owl and feed her words from our hands.

***

the owl returns with messages from the Goddess.
we dance like women set free.

***




Sometimes the wind sings of peace...

***
Sometimes the wind sings of peace.
I offer in gratitude to you the rhythm of my heart.

***
A drum can bring a dead heart back to life.
Hide your drum in a safe place for the oppressed women.

***
Shaman spirits pass out drums to each Prophetess.
We believe Our Prophet, Muhammad, still cries for our suffering.

***
We are the mothers of these drums.
We are the mothers of these men who forbid us to play them.

***
We have heard of a woman not far from here.
The Moon is Her Drum.





Isn't it strange that you haven't heard my voice in days?

***

Isn't it strange that you haven't heard my voice in days?
 I have retreated into my cave of silence.

***

There are poets who use no words.
One poet says he wrote the dawn chorus.

***
Perhaps I have not told you,

we are gathering in the woods to listen.

***
Rumi knew there is Life in all words.
The temple opens when he speaks.

***




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This video is beautiful.  Please take the time to experience it.






I hear the men chanting Allah...

Noor-un-Nisa says:

We hear the men chanting Allah.
Hear us call You Mother.

***

We are different when the men are not here.
We dance until the Light appears.

****

 


another version of this beautiful video...


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#LandaysInMyGrandmothersBook

We lived with Her Mercy...


We lived with Her Mercy within their wombs.
We asked Her who will I be when I become me?



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#LandaysInMyGrandmothersBook

my heart longs to know each secret

Noor-un-Nisa says: 

my heart longs to know each secret-
the great Crone is smiling.