Mind’s tendrils
nailing the target
course reset
no regret
The hand on my heart measure
of pulsing leisure
Within eye
the whispering trees
build gardens
of morrows
bridges of new intentions
my bosom crosses
The journey
a flight within reeds
Ticking clock
awaits none
Elementary treasures
growing from the shrubs
Untangling
sister’s weaving spun
through the heat
that melts all
A riddle for mind to fall
A tale to recall
Adventure
the soul has begun
within joints
it anoints
hands drawing cardinal points
spaces the eye seeks
The light flows
within my body
It quivers
in rivers
messages it delivers
to cradle of light
Messiah Project - Region Of Darkness, Cradle Of Light
In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.
