“If I kept talking about love, a hundred new combinings would happen, and still I would not say the mystery.”
-Rumi


I am in the wind…
am under a pink sky
thankfully peaceful

They say all paths lead to Rome
but I am on the dusty road of Marrakesh

I and you

Candy blue
Turquoise blue
Sky blue you

Mounted against the pyramid of Khufu
a supernatural face
in the vast desert

Serenity and symmetry
a strange juxtaposition
perfectly paired

Bagging a tiger has changed meaning.
If there is fighting in the air
we hear none.

This is a song far more ancient.
My lips seek moisture to speak

“Are you the sun back lighting the stars?”

There is a moment just before you push off the lip.
Eighteen inches between our empire garb

“That is for you to fathom”…

With that you smile

“Look for me in the forest of cranes,
where knowing leads to unknowing and back”