Turn me like a waterwheel turning a millstone. Plenty of water, a living river. Keep me in one place and scatter the love. Leaf-moves in wind, straw drawn toward amber, all parts of the world are in love, but they do not tell their secrets.
Cows grazing on a sacramental table, ants whispering in Solomon’s ear. Mountains mumbling an echo. Sky, calm.
If the sun were not in love, he would have no brightness, the side of the hill no grass on it. The ocean would come to rest somewhere.
Be a lover as they are, that you may come to know your beloved. Be faithful that you may know faith. The other parts of the universe
did not accept the next responsibility as you can. They were afraid they might make a mistake with it, the inspired knowing that springs from being in love.
Adam A. Azim 