This is your moment, a drumbeat of faithfulness.
Red roses open. Grapes are being crushed into wine. Soul and rational clarity sit down together at your table. All desire wants is a taste of you.
The two realities are two small villages in your world. Everyone longs for your presence. As we start to step up, your ladder arrives.
You say, I am more compassionate
than your mother or your father. I will make medicine out of your pain. From your smoke I create new constellations.
I tell you everything, and yet I do not say it all, because my friend, it is better
when your secret is spoken by you.
Adam A. Azim 