Abir Zaki / Saoudita

My Insanity is my Identity…

tired of running away from my head
disappearing into this reckless soul
reflecting my eternity
of a spirit that can only be sensed free…

my insanity
is my identity
is my reality
is the miracle
I surrender
revealing the mysteries
that had been concealed…

my insanity
is my identity
mercilessly rests
in a heart
where secrecy, and fate
driven by love
confronted by repulsion…

my insanity
is in the calmness
of my hurricane
in the coolness of its lava
is in the flesh that carries
the seed of impurity…

The Woman in Veil…

The façade,
darkness
doubt
fear, and hate…

Beneath,
precious spirit
verdant soul
affection,
and warmth…

They think it is easy to cast off her veil
and forget that she's
virgin,
bride,
elder,
and the Goddess…

They belittle her as a woman
the powerful,
mysterious,
frustrated,
the practical and the shy…

They connect her to the Hell's flame,
for the first sin
never knew with their engaging masks
of tradition, costumes and believes
all they see, the veil
to beguile and reassure them…

Alas! !
they must carry the blame…
they forgot that
when Flowers blossom
fruits grown
their beauty, nectar, and fragrance
are her own…

they forgot
the fortune of knowledge,
of music
of all harvest and crops
is her grace
flowing and resting from every nest...

they forgot
behind the plough
of the fields
all the greenery
is when she sowed the seed…

and the most of all
they did forget
that for her longing, and
her spiritual union
and her communion
found where their heart belong
and their words became poetry
and to songs…....