Let Love teach you what You are.
A Way of Passing Away
There is a way of passing away
from the personal, a dying
that makes one plural, no longer single.
A gnat lights in the buttermilk
to become nourishment for many.
Your soul is like that, Husam.
Hundreds of thousands of impressions
from the invisible world are eagerly wanting
to come through you. I get dizzy with the abundance.
When life is this dear, it means the source
is pulling us. Freshness comes from there.
We are given the gift of continuously dying
and being resurrected, ocean within ocean.