Woodstock

it was

the best

of times…

Head Shops

in Cambridge

music

on the Boston Commons.

warm summers

and cold desolate

winters;

Stokely 

in Roxbury

Ramparts,

Black Panthers

in Oakland.

Olatunji

‘drumming with passion’;

Sun Ra,

Nina Simone 

Ravi Shankar,

The Doors;

Mongo Santamaria in New York;

weddings

in Yellow Springs…

Amiri Baraka

at Emerson College.

all juxtaposed

into an experiential

odyssey.

thoughts,

broken paradigms

new constructs:

flowers,

guns,

spiritual awakenings,

sins, faith,

resistance, hope.

and young hearts broken,

smashed and pulverized

in the wake of Love,

whose name we called;

its power, its embrace,

its compelling force

bringing us

to our knees

before its Creator.

shifting our thoughts

and ways

changing our nights,

our days

beyond the mood

of the time

into the transcendental

realm

of

forever.

it was

the best

of

times…
Linda Tauhid

©8/17/19

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Tariq

gentle you are;

that is how

i always see you.

young, back then

when we were learning

how to rebel

and be principled

in the struggle.

later as I saw you

older, established

and both of us

still active and present.

i run into people

in disparate places,

cities, coasts and continents away

from where i knew them.

and time, it has its impact too;

allowing us the space

to go the distance;

to stand firm;

and even

to remain gentle

like 

you.
Linda Tauhid

©8/11/19

I Love The Idea of You

i love

the idea

of you.

the fact that we

could sit

and listen to jazz

and appreciate it

in much the same way.

and that you have much

to teach me…

we could travel

to Newport,

or Montreux 

or San Francisco.

and me,

who balks at cooking for others

(especially on demand)

would love to demonstrate

my plant-based creations

for you.

there is little chance

i could ever reach you,

teach you

beyond what you know;

or challenge

what is comfortable

for you.

in these areas

few men go.

but, 

i love

the idea 

of you.

we could laugh,

dance;

recite Sufi chants;

we

could be partners

in ‘crime’

and rightness;

live and love

in joy,

and brightness;

i love

the idea

of

you.
Linda Tauhid

©7/27/19

Bertie

should i

even be saying goodbye

to you

when

it’s been

so long?

we were on separate courses

for decades.

but I tend to be

quite sentimental these days…

taking a second look

at many past interactions;

possibly because i’ve been

granted

the time…

but we go way back

to before-college for me

and through some troublesome

meanderings

on which 

i embarked;

my sojourns through

marriage

and travels

that have led me far

from the city

that we called home.

and for some strange reason

i googled the name

of your old band: The Baccanalians

(now who would remember that?)

and then cross-checked

with your name

and learned that you

were gone.

so i am compelled

to remember you;

and to wish you

safe-home

and to lift my good memories of you

as a toast.

to a life that seemed full and good;

where many

were loved

and touched

and where clearly

you remained distinctive

as was your way.
Linda Tauhid

©7/25/19

Joan of the Raven Hair (for singer/songwriter Joan Baez)

Joan

of the raven hair

with a voice of beauty

and words of truth

and power.

she strums her guitar

and sings of change

and decades of hope

and reasoning.

she plants trees

of the heart 

that grow the conscious

and wakes the sleeping mind.

she sings of love

and its joy and pain:

of “Diamonds

and Rust”

of which we all

are made.

she marks

this time

with her wisdom–

her world-view

of light.

Joan

of the raven hair,

gone silver;

with her voice

and words

of gold

and steel.
Linda Tauhid

©7/13/19

4th of July

it

was so full

then–

Ma

and Daddy

and siblings

driving to a

Cape Cod beach;

sitting on sand

and mother-fed

chicken

and potato salad

and yellow, chocolate-

frosted cake.

the summer-warm

salty water,

the sun

that did not burn

our skin

seasoned by generations.

Daddy

and Uncle Charles

the navigators

of the day–

my cousins close by,

some of Wampanoag parentage…

family–

encircled with food, 

love and warmth.

i am of ocean people–

fishers, swimmers

‘waders-in-the-water’

washers,

drinkers,

ship-riders,

ocean-crossers,

far from home…

who brought

the gift of love and

joy and,

faith,

with rhythmic music

and food-of-the-soul

and heart

with Independence,

to these Atlantic waters

and beyond.
Linda Tauhid

©7/4/17

Reprinted from 7/4/17

Visitation

you came to me

in spirit

and i have often

seen you thus;

someone that i desired

and never

stopped loving…

for Love is an ocean,

it has no faucet–

no off/on 

regulating mechanism.

i gave you a gift

and was wondering why…

but you

gave me

a gift

that was more…

it is good to know

that we can meet

as lovers

in realms

other than this one

and acknowledge 

our gifts

to one another

as

we

in our different ways

sleep.
Linda Tauhid

©6/22/19