Clear

Clear
by Sukaina Juma

31 October 2011

She is clear.

Untainted and searingly clear,
dangerously beautiful.

Magnetic.
Compelling.
Attirant.

She's been shown how to change cellularly
to crystal.

Ruby, emerald, sapphire.
Brilliant white light.
Fiery.

Clear.

All the fractures of her being,
dissipate.

She reclaims
her smoothness.

She pursues
clarity.

With the determination of the lionness that she is.

The past is repelled,
it can no longer cling.

The future is forgotten.
She has no future.

She may not really be the pivotal
person in her own life.
She may still be
the onlooker, the bystander.

But at least she is clear.

This may not be her best piece of poetry to date.

But at least, she is clear.
Clean.
Untainted.
Unhooked.

She's made mistakes.
Some of them for the first time.
Others she chose to revisit;
so as to remember.

Some niggling things,
she clutches onto after having
attempted to
release.

Clear them, dear one.
Become clear of them.
They do not cease to exist sans toi.
You do not cease to exist sans eux.

Thou thriveth when thou art clear.

Am I not the most Clear?
And the most Mystical?
Am I not the Truth?
And the Unfathomable?

You want to be close to Me.
This I know. This thou knowest.

I am embedded in your living soul.
Yet you are still sensing distance.

Clear thyself, little one.

Canst Thou not do that for thyself?

I can, said she.
But how?

There is no how.
Say Yes.
Say I am clear.
Be clear.
Say "be" and it is.

Thou, my little gem,
shalt get murky
and smoky
frequently.

That is the effect of living on the physical plane.
It is not undesirable, it just is.

You just need to dust and shake yourself off again.

You plead to me in the dark,
curled up on the prayer mat,
the earthen place of prostration,
muddied with your tears:

"O Lord, make me as you like!
Ali was always as you liked,
as was Muhammad.
Make me like them,
Or at least make me as you like!
I beg thee, remove from me my
flaws, my desires, my frailty.
Let me become the highest version
of myself, not the low and base
creature I am now."

Little one,
You are as I like.
Dear one,
thou art as I Love!

I told thee this before.
Hast thou forgotten so quickly?
My answer withstands
the vicissitudes
of time.

You always have been as I like,
every single moment of unskilfulness.
Every single imperfect action and thought,
situation and relationship.

And guess what, dear?
Thou shalt always be as I like.

For thy essence is clear, pure, loving, healing.
Ever searching your Truth.

You are as I like.
You are as I Love.

You are loved.
Accept it.
Truly accept it in that
closed up heart o' thine.

Clear your heart from anything
that indicates otherwise.

Open it up to receive
from thy Lord.

Thou art now ready to receive more.

Remind thyself.
I can only shine
in true form through thee;
only when thou art clear.

Clear thyself,
little one.

It is easy for thee.

Clear.

"And when My servants ask you,
concerning Me 
indeed I am near. 
I respond to the invocation of the supplicant
when she calls upon Me. 
So let them respond to Me
and believe in Me 
that they may be guided."

She is clear.