Inside Information

She had some in-sight in-form-ation,

we here, a different kind of hear-ness,

an awareness from a nearness most don’t approach

and never know.

So i asked about that flavor,

she says it’s in the back the throat,

it’s been labeled an ambrosia and

when you feel it then you know.

The dreamlike quality of my verses seems to fade away in time,

and then collects new pieces that arrive to recombine.

I just point out toward the moon that night,

as if my finger sends out beams,

and Bhim he was a strong man, like Samson and Hercules.

They might have been all sadhus, because the second was, for sure,

but most don’t like to listen to those stories anymore,

so they miss out on key details,

that are hidden in the text,

while i read for depth,

to be perplexed and

surf the edge of death.

There’s a gathering that most don’t see, where roots en-twine by deep design within these soil seas,

and hold the firmest handlehold, a solution in all remedies.

Have you ever contemplated if there is an end to “kun”, and if Quran is uncreated, then all this paradox is Truth?

I read the inner ayat while looking at a sunset’s clues,

as the colors intermingle and bring a message into view.

She recited in a quiet voice and the clouds begun to hum,

and i felt a strange sensation from a place i once thought numb.