Dance Walid

about a Jazz musician and Moorish Martyr

Put some erratic jazz on the radio

Sit up in bed

Lean my head against the wall

Rest my eyes

The monkey crawls under my skin

The nod sets in

Images of Walid al-Taha appear before me

He teaches me his Sufi ways

Moving, huffing, round to New Mecca

With every step another lesson

 

He brings me to forgotten ruins

Places over looked knowledge in my being

 

We stand on the cusp of damnation and sainthood

We are Aquarian anarchists

Creation steppers

He gives me and calls me by my new name

Allah is ever surrounding us

 

Walid al-Taha evaporates into the mist of Avalon

Junk manna lay at my feet

Jazz ends

The monkey dies

I open my eyes to an infinite world of possibilities

New insights for a new age

Out

 

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Author's Note

Hope you enjoy this

Reviews

[Extant]

"We stand on the cusp of damnation and sainthood"
I love this line, because it embodies the idea that spiritual leaders/revolutionaries, if they had failed, they would have been damned, but if they succeeded they were saints.
I'm not quite sure what to make of the monkey, though I could guess it might be a symbol of ignorace, not knowing what else there is or what the meaning of our life is, once we learn that I think we all settle down into humans.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you for this very thoughtful review

[Extant]

My pleasure.