There are places I want to see before I die. They say America is the land of the free. I want to go to a "restricted" land just to see.
Percolating, alert, awake.
Waking up those who are tired
of the same old grind
Come Rumi, Hafiz
The Alevi Bektaci, the Alowites
How do they manage this slight of hand
Like a magic parlor manifestation?
Rising over the virus of a Death Manifesto
Spinning, dancing over that smoldering grave
They eliminated the Fetid Ugliness of
Bad ideas and travesty of the law
Carrying forth in the beauty of
New life, radiant as an emerald Earth
Not afraid to let go the unspeakable
Singing in new verse, with new words
What gives rise to these souls
In a land that shuns all things
Not found in a book no one can read?
A Police state of The Army, is this the
Fertility that creates the mind of a free thinker?
Mystic and free, not because of restriction
but in spite of it ?
Unable to reconcile their verses
with the constricted pages of one book
They separate out as sweet cream