West Springfield Street

we would

sit

in that South End

apartment

and listen

to Jose Feliciano

and

Oscar Brown Jr.

and

Donald Byrd.

ripe in the 

newness

of our revolutionary

pursuits;

college students–

books aside,

and community activists

trying to understand

the times

and our role

in them.

and others–

they ran the world

and got elected

and managed wars

and masses.

but we

were young

and believed

we would be different

and in that difference

we would 

make

a difference;

and in some

great

and small

ways,

we 

did.
Linda Tauhid

©6/27/20

Grateful 

i am 

grateful.

many of my dreams

have been met,

my friendships

are diverse

and true;

i love fiercely

and consistently.

i seek to stand

on the 

of truth.

my gifts

are acknowledged

in meaningful ways;

i am hopeful

and sometimes

joyful.

i am troubled

by ‘the wrong’

and enlightened

by ‘the right’.

i enjoy

God’s creation

and I

acknowledge

His right.

i have traveled

and learned,

i have lived

and taught…

i hope,

i pray,

i cry,

i laugh;

and

my heart

sparkles

like

a diamond

with 

thanks.

Linda Tauhid

©6/16/20

Sacred

It’s just that

i don’t know

if you

understand

the sacred

nature

of Love.

it’s

just that

i am not here

to play…

and 

i have

no way

of knowing

how you feel

or what

is real…

and 

 i honor

the Creator’s 

gift

by blind

in-

sight…

in this

i know

i am

right.

you

are the love

of my life;

you

are

the love

of my

death…

and still

i don’t know

if

you understand

your duty

or

my right

within

this

the sacred

(p)act

of

Love.
Linda Tauhid

©6/11/20

Fallen Soldier

i am seeing

a mighty

miracle

unfold…

that has humbled

the masses

and brought

them together

in crowds.

to stand in honor

of a fallen

soldier.

for yes,

it is the battleground

we

tread.

and in their hearts

and mine

is a mourning pain,

an ache for justice

and for healing;

a cry for truth 

and peace

to coexist

in this city,

this land,

this world,

this earth,

and this universe;

that spreads

a unity

that is palpable,

real,

and shared

by 

all.

Linda Tauhid

©6/8/20

Outrage

i am outraged…

but my 

foremost protest

is

to continue

to live.

in this

is my power,

in this

is

The Glory.

to remain human

in inhumane 

circumstances

to continue

to work

with hearts

and minds

through

love

and truth

and words

that speak

to

life.
Linda Tauhid

©5/29/20

Jazz Vespers

we came 

that summer

Houston night

dressed 

in dignity

to The Shrine*

for an evening 

event.

and i wore black

with a uniquely

printed scarf

over my shoulder

that i had bought

from some ladies

on the beach

in Malindi.

and the band

played a song

that sounded

note

for 

note

like

Horace Silver’s

“Song for My

Father”;

but they

called it

by

another title.

and life in this

city

for me

was still

new

and had not

been mutinied

by the metronome

of existence

without

love,

adventure,

or novelty.
Linda Tauhid
©5/29/20

*The Shrine of the Black Madonna

South Coast (Mombasa 2)

i took the ferry

to the south coast

of Mombasa.

it was New Year’s Eve.

i heard that there

was music there;

the place was open-air

right on the water

and as i entered

the nyabingi rhythms

engulfed the atmosphere.

there was nothing

but to dance…

swaying with such

a beat;

the dance floor filled

with chanters

and New Year’s

revelers.

and up walked Joseph

he began matching my sway–

a beauty 

of unequaled

charm.

dread-locked,

with a smile

of heaven.

he made sure

that

was not 

alone again.

he lived in a small 

thatched roof hut

up the road,

just by the 

Indian Ocean;

fitted out with 

a banging stereo system

powered by

a car battery.

he borrowed a khanga*

from a neighbor lady

for me to wear

and left a key

by the door

in a coconut shell

so that i could

come and go

as i pleased.

i spent New Years Day

bathing

in the ocean

under 

a warm sun

thinking about

what my people at home

might be doing…

and thinking

that 

no one

knew where i was

but

The Creator

and

me.

Linda Tauhid

©5/26/20
*khanga–a piece of fabric used as a wrap “skirt” worn by both women and men in Kenya and other East African and Asian countries.

Half Moon Bay

i used to 

walk the beach

at Half Moon Bay

on Sundays…

i always loved

the cool air

of Northern California.

and i’d spend time

just relaxing

in the sun

and reveling

in my life,

and

the sense

of freedom

that i felt.

and later

i would stop in

at the Miramar Beach Inn

for calamari;

and if there was

afternoon music

i would always

get tapped

for

a

dance.
Linda Tauhid

©5/19/20

LATIFA

elegance and grace

of spirit

has built

this soul

within;

‘a delicate

perception

reveals

the subtleties

of things’*

and this

combined

with faith

and love

has called

a mighty

being forth.

to change,

to give,

to express

in delicate

times.

daughter

of my friend;

friend,

daughter;

working

and speaking

with Qahhar*

to elicit

a perfect

balance

of divine

attributes

housed

in the power

of feminine

form.
Linda Tauhid

©5/18/20

*The Beautiful Names of Allah

wahiduddin.net
*Qahhar–ever-dominating, overpowering

wahiduddin.net

Reflections on a Ramadan Night

you

don’t know

from

how far

back

i

am…

my

maiden voyage

was long ago

in a

qualified

city

where people 

thought

and learned

with

adjacent

citadels

established

for such.

I walked

the paths

and side streets

that brought

me here…

writing

on

a Ramadan night…

silently

rejoicing in life

and the pursuit

of faith

and the happiness

it brings…

pursuing returns

that accrue

in spiritual

rewards

and savoring

aloneness

as well

as company

as i keep

with grace

and space

and knowing

on earth

there is

no place

that can

confine

the limitless

notion

of

Love.
©Linda Tauhid

6/7/16

Reprinted from 2016

Linda Tauhid’s Journal