Shahada

my spirit knows your own, brother
who is my friend
and my love
yet you are my brother
here and now

Jibril placed a solitary feather
of majestic angels wing
upon both of our foreheads
gifted us with sight
to show what could be
and cannot

my brother, do you realize
how I know you,
as I do not even know myself
as you know me,
as you do not know yourself

look, look into a mirror
there i am
in your eyes
deep concentric pools of truth
lie beauty

we have been gifted with understanding
a treasure princes and kings
have fought and perished for
centuries past
connected as such
now

i am oceans away
my brother
who is my friend
yet my love

my spirit knows your own, 

brother