30 Mar Possessor of Majesty
Oh Possessor of Majesty,
my insignificant palms raise
to you
injustices committed
against your slave.
I chain my tongue,
and I free my soul,
so that human flaw
does not obliterate the metaphysics of my being.
Oh Possessor of Majesty,
your vagabond of a slave
has nothing to offer –
except praise,
calling on all of your ninety nine names,
in hope that even just one of them will save
this soul from a deceitful place.
Spirit made decrepit
as the body follows its desire,
passion for materialism
put out by a remembrance of an everlasting fire.
Oh Possessor of Majesty,
I lie here awake.
Seeking something that coffee cups cannot stimulate.
I seek your presence in my life.
And if I find that absent,
I will lie in wait,
if that means in the last third of the night,
Then I shall testify to your reality from sunset to day-break.
-Kashmir Maryam, 2014