The language separating us is glued
to constructs of time and space.
Without them, we would tumble
into the eternal now.
And so we experience
our seeming separation,
you, a young brown-skinned Muslim man facing
silver-haired peach-skinned mystic me.
We aren’t even
supposed to transmit this way, you say,
Allah forbids it. And yet Allah also leads
us to this moment, always. I have been
setting a prayerful intention to step into
the next level of being in relationships,
and so it’s obvious I’m right
where I need to be. Reaching across
this desert landscape, the deep cultural
divide in the entrance to Healthy Thyme,
dappled light moving across our faces
from the listening trees. We are connected
even though in your faith, to deviate
and impart a spiritual lesson from male
to female is forbidden. To lessen your…
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