Wednesday, 21 October 2015

For Further lnstruction






Mevlana museum, Konya
It has just occurred to me that I've been in the midst of the storm.

Four and a half years ago, my teacher had told me he saw in me in his vision as he healer me, in the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.

It never even occurred to me whilst dashing off to Konya. I simply forgot. And something beyond me - whether it was simply fears, patterns, destiny - all made me stay put in Karatay, Konya the entire time.

Perhaps I received a transmission of pure love energy each day without perhaps realising because I was trying too hard to be pure and pious.

Trying hard for inner peace, for clarity, to become grown up, to be the intrepid explorer but instead my heart melted when seeing the peaceful dogs and the decidedly fat sparrows on the pavement.

My heart wanted to speak to the people and say tessekur ederim (is that even correct?!) all the time.

The Blue Mosque never occurred to me until earlier today. Then I felt a sense of "Oh, crap! I missed it."

But did I? I know parts of my essence were in Konya and are now rightfully returned.

There will be lots said about people, but what I experienced was a feeling of belonging and value that I perhaps haven't felt elsewhere. Not even in Kampala.

People saw me. And when they didn't, they saw at least the physical part of me. And when they didn't... I was alright with it on the inside. One makes the silly mistakes by trying too hard or feeling too tired.
Or being too blind...

I prayed a lot. I prayed my salaat every noon-time, with mevlana and his students buried before me. Then I realized had I the light within, I could have expanded even more.

Some things are binding and have to be lived through. The disappointment with self is to be matched with the kindness from Self.

Letting things come. We forgot that.

The heart gets mangled and armoured in this confused city I live in. I spent fifteen years of my life visualizing and wanting so desperately to be here. And I finally have realised that this was a foolish child's dream. It was a karmic lock, I ihad to meet certain souls and they would not have travelled to me.
So I had to travel to them.

It isn't London I desire, it is peace, freedom, harmony, functionality.... Abundance in all forms.

I've come back and the solitude doesn't feel so oppressive because the important bits of me are back.

Pain loses its edge.

I found teachers on my path and a desire to really have forward progression. The earthly teachers, of course, have their role in my life. I also deserve celestial assistance in very real forms now.

I prostrated and asked Thee for succor. I've begged for remembering and for forgetting.

Whatever the celestial alignments are, I don't seem to care. We're in Scorpio now, the bane of my life.

Just return to me. It serves neither of Us for me to be under veils or to have such binding beliefs that somehow I missed out on that part of creation that is in unity with Thee.

Perhaps because it used to take years for me to manifest.

Perhaps it is because of the frequency and vastness of loss.

I've been seeking embellishments upon embellishments in a world that encourages it.

In essence, 
simplicity is my core.

I relinquish all yearning and seeking and duty at Thy feet.

If something eludes me... 
I didn't learn the simple truth.

I gave my power away again and that's not helpful.

I allow myself the life I didn't up until now.

It's not even as though it's impossible.

Allow the truth to flow and feminine grace.

Trying too hard with dates and times and alignments and moons
Perhaps diminishes from the majesty of the fact that
I am whole even when I receive zero validation.

Integration of scattered parts is needed 
as I don't feel inclined to heal others at this time.

I relinquish the need for words. 
My instruction will be in full silence 
and all of time is heavenly.

When I saw Najaf written on the departures screen in Istanbul, my heart bled. 
But I reassured it when the time is right 
and when I'm strong enough to be around conflict, 
I will travel there
for further instruction.

Sukaina Juma
21.10.15

Monday, 27 July 2015

Green Canvass Shoes

Green Canvass Shoes

Waxing moon
Yet I am losing and letting go
May this fragile ego accept how
Everyone who was dear to this heart
Has gone
Traversed the Red Sea
I am drowning in

For five years I have been eating my grief and anger.
His name still fills me with unknown terror
My heart still shakes in the abyss

Her name fills me with rage
Lump in my throat equals
Cords in my stomach

Lies. You ought to have known the lies
By the looks in their eyes

Maybe being purer than most
Means being stupider than most

Illusions of movement and progress
Only to be contrasted by
A dark silent room
Single lit candle
Silently doing the Bands of Power
And hoping it works this time

Because my legs feel like jelly
I felt attacked being outside around people
And another life has ended.

He looked forlorn last week.
Mostly it would be my imagination.
But at least he inspires me for my short story.

Maybe it's him I wrote about five years ago.

He looked like he really wanted to speak.
I wasn't inviting that day.

I have my own insecurities, you know?
It pisses me off I am still so scared and shy
I won't smile
I won't ever say hello
But feel the heartbeat go irregular without any just cause
Save your presence
In your savvy suit and green canvas shoes

(I can't wear canvass shoes any longer
Due to a protruding bone in both of my feet
Yet another paternal gift)

I was having another sucky day.

The married guy was back and I had to pretend I hadn't noticed
he'd been away for a month creating babies.
Correction: hiding the fact he was creating a baby then disappearing when she was due.
Liar.
All Geminis tend to manipulate and hide. All of them.

So I wasn't entertaining lame silent gazes.

I wear a lime green uniform and am contortioned
into a role that is sucking away all my vitality.

I feel ashamed. You can be intelligent as heck, a healer,
educated and mess up so badly,
every day is a struggle to speak and to be your true self.

You're probably another harsh lesson who will leave me
after I've given my essence to you.

So why entertain someone who ignores me?

So he looked on forlornly.

Rumour has it he's engaged to be married.
I sure have ridiculously horrendous timing.

Instead of getting soul retrievals,
it feels more of me is dying
and being siphoned away.

Just like me, doing the opposite!

As a light, we seem to always have to clear, heal, protect...
What a life. What happened to being?

To all of them I hold grudges against,
thank you for helping me.
I don't know how... But the energy shifts.

I don't like it when boys look sad and forlorn, by the way.
It makes me want to scrunch up their hair
and tickle them to cheer them up and make them smile.

I do have kindness.
I'm just still messed up like all of us.
Perfect aura is an illusion
I now admit to having.

I'm having a serious chat in the higher levels.
Enough of the bs.
Thank you.

Sukaina Juma
- 27.07/2015

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