PLACE OF KNOWLEDGE

Dear Awaited Imam Mahdi (a.j.t.f.s)

If I knew why I write

I probably would not be writing to you

I write not because I want to

I write not because I have to

I write because I'm taken back by your reality

I write to empty the tears in my pen

I write because I could not write before

Until that day

When you took a step followed by another

Into my home

Upon ebullient breaths of dawn

You greeted my pen one morn

I write because it's seen your soul

And it's tripped over its lines

And fallen

Into and unto its pages

Pages only my heart can read

As my pen sits upon its podium

Writing away

With the flow of ink

Steady and thick

A little twist and turn here

Into letters forming what I think

Reflected in these letters is a portrait

Underneath the paint a tangle of confusion

Hope and fear

As if I've birthed a thousand stars

Yet darkness surrounds me everywhere

I offer you my self portrait

So you may consider my soul

Knowing I can only reach you through words

Knowing you are reading this somewhere

So what if

What if you were a boat sailing into my imagination

Sailing so deep you collided with the rocks of reality

What if the figments of my imagination are shadows of what's real?

As my mind sits under my heart's tree

Venting thoughts by building cities out of mist

And palaces on the sea

Weaving words into gaps once left by reality

What if the Mahdi appears in us?

Standing against the wall of our hearts

Before he appears against that cubic wall

What if the second coming is the return of the light we were born with?

Unshackling our souls so we may help unshackle the world

I begin to float on the breeze of understanding

Knowing with every heartbeat there's an echo of your footsteps down the hallway

Of time

But here I am, still broken

Falling between these cracks hiding

Flying dreams from land to land

In-between where mountains stand

With words offering my hand

To be taken away with you...