Family Matters

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. ~ Octavio Paz

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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