Truly Transcendental

seeking Love

seeing not only color

in humans,

but levels

of light;

eschewing darkness

mixing with the forces

of the uni-verse

speaking

its Word

not angry

but hopeful

not structured

not amorphous

tenured

and bright;

walking in faith

crying evaporative tears

laughing into

the skies

living,

breathing,

dying,

resurrecting;

touching,

healing,

believing…

truly

transcendental.
Linda Tauhid

©9/8/19

The Dress

i knew i would wear

that dress

somewhere special…

denim top, with a long sweeping

skirt printed on ivory.

and the hat

of ivory with a gold band.

i wore it at the San Jose

Jazz festival that summer,

then packed it

and took it to Nairobi

with me.

and one warm day

in Mombasa

i wore it to town

with a colorful headwrap

and waited in the town center,

until those around

had let my friend know

that I was in town.

he came shortly

and greeted me

a friendship of innocence

and regard.

a starter for Mombasa city matatus (buses),

he always escorted me

to the beach

and we would sit on the wall

of Jomo Kenyatta’s beach house

until it fell dark;

then bus back into

the city

and stop for a mango/avocado smoothie

or some ice cream.

he would drop me

at my hotel

and say goodnight.

the last time that

i saw him

he told me that he was planning

to travel overland

to South Africa.

and me, back to Nairobi and work–

then back to America…

all long gone

and almost forgotten

like the dress

that i wore

that day;

someplace

so special.
Linda Tauhid

©9/4/19

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

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