Written by Asra-sost Ibnma Bey

Take me to a place where

The ex-caged birds’ song’s praise

Breeze of psalms, Feng Shui’d in the Suns rays

Where freedom Sings out from Sunday to Sunday

From Sun up unto Sun up

Cause the moon gets stuck

Leaving us…

In the boundless light of Hashem

Hailing in a chorus unmeant to end

 

For We were once ashes

Dusted in debris

Enwrapped by the tangled threads of death

 

Slowly wallowing….

 

into the mouth of the wicked

 

Swollowing…

 

Our pride is all et took…

 

Humble Heals….

 

Vicious valleys strengthen

 

Glory be to the road We’ve taken




 

Simplicity washes you away

 

(Streams of worldly dreams)

 

Cease to cling in the deep waters of your breath

 

When i in-hail the unseen i ex-hell

 

A requenched zeal forms from my true means

 

For my soul's sake and….

 

Each moment i cherish this

 

In gratitude's chariot

 

im taken…


 

To a place of chief delight


 

Where i humbly play my role

 

As a small organ…

 

Stored within

 

The body of Christ


 

Those around are crowned in the same image

 

Reflections captured as we moor a shore...



 

So take me where da essene fisherman's cord

 

Gathers his final catch of all those who followed the call

 

Heeders of the narrow steps


 

(T)hose who (L)istened (C) arefully


 

Will find this place that Amma mama has prepared per thee


 

Silence is as golden they say

 

In her we reminisce the Golden Gates

 

Re-glimpse the Golden Trumpets play

 

And as they blow away,

 

Pettiness dissipates

 

Clarity clearly illustrates

 

The grand portrait

 

In the grand scheme

 

Of my Destin of which Art in heaven..

 

My only will is to be essene clean

 

As i'm beheld in the foyer of my Abbas pupils   

 

Without any talons of guilt coasting the winds to grip my men…

 

Tall i will to stand even though a droplet in my creator's hand

 

At this moment may not my heart be shaken

 

Rather let et lightly float

 

To….

 

A place where i too can be Taken

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