"Egyptian Water Carrier," Jean-Leon Gerome, circa 1882, Wikiart photo.
“Egyptian Water Carrier,” Jean-Leon Gerome, circa 1882, Wikiart.

Part 4: Moon Soul Shadow

On moonlit desert nights, my shadow follows
Me, one and same, never touching or meeting,
Yet present with the other. Thus is my soul,
Present in and out of body, during prayer
And meditation, holy part of me. Sometimes
I think of candle wick and flame, my lifetime
The candle, allowed in the prophet to burn
Bright, my soul afire, yet connected we are
By woven wick, fiber of my being, who and
What I am to family and to world.

Yet, no one really knows me, for within my
Robes, I conceal myself, only to the prophet
Do I reveal my heart and soul. Yet, some find
Conflict between desires of flesh and divine
Needs of soul. With prayer, fasting, and desert
Walks, I find reassurance and blessings beyond
Wordly pleasures could derive. Yet, I am of
This world, tug upon heart when approached
By handsome dark eyes and hair. In kindness
I greet, tend to needs, and in doing so, separate
Myself from temptation, from sinful thoughts.

For I remain the prophet’s maiden, simplistic
Purity, breasts moonlight pale, thus I retain my
Chaste virtue, and like gods of the visible and
Invisible, thus I have become, embracing solace
And security of desert moon, high orbing planets.
With them I walked this night. If it were not for
Warming fires, I would lose myself to rock and
Thorn, as I am flesh and bone and soul, equal
Parts, never in tugging conflict, realization
Providing strength and faith.

"Voices of Evening," Gustave Moreau, 1885, WikiArt.
“Voices of Evening,” Gustave Moreau, 1885, WikiArt.

Thus to my soul, I see myself as one, living
Continuation of who I am and believe, more
Than bundled sticks or sheaves of wheat,
Bound by lashing strings, but one whole being,
Who I strive to be, walking in prophets foot-
Steps, he guides and follows me. For within
This holy godhead we are same, concepts and
Ideas not easily taught or learnt. That is why
When asked, I relate shadowed soul on moon-
Bright nights, never touching or meeting, yet
Ever present, one together in every way.

Poem of spiritual self-realization, soul and body,
moon shadow, candle and flame, as one.

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