Meem Kaf Ra

Filter the wheat from the chaff

Within each word spoken, each action intent, each dream made,

Filter deceit from truth


Meem kaf ra is the hardened shell of illusion, its mother is Mara.

Meem kaf ra is the armour of protection, its father is strength.

Meem kaf ra hates you, hates your truth, which it calls lies

Meem kaf ra detests you, detests your love, which it calls slavery.


The deceiver is an armour forged of the shards, the shattering of the soul.

Thus it is, in every one, in all humans, but in this one, it has a voice.

In this one: closer to you than your such unchristian blood!

In this one: closer to you than the tears of Mariam.


Meem kaf ra hate transforms you in the name of Mara the seductress of the full moon. Transforms your truth, which it considers ridiculous.

Meem kaf ra loves you, doesn’t want you to leave, just another hour of your face.

Meem kaf ra speaks above its station to you, because it cannot remember that which it has forgotten

Meem kaf ra does not recognise the name of Meem kaf ra.


Your deceit is an armour forged of the shards, the tikkun of your soul.

Thus it is, in every one, in all humans,  it in you, it has a voice.

In your eyes: as close to you as your uncommunicable sight

In your skull: the frenzied birth pains of another Mariam.

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