Embers Beyond the Horizon : اخگرها آن سوی افق
I want you
to know
what I know.
Why do I want that?
I don’t know.
Because I know how long it took me
to know this… maybe.
Because even if it’s not complete,
it can help and save time.
Maybe
because the value of sharing
gives meaning to the glaring
and apparent contradiction
between the known and unknown,
Home and the Roam,
the curse that is benediction.
Then I remember
that to know what I know,
I had to go where I go,
and I do not know
if that is where you will go.
That to see what I see,
I had to be, merely be; me:
a collection of happenings
that collectively sings
a certain song.
That to bring you along
may be
contradictory
to the way of the way
that found its way to me.
So I then relax into this moment.
I share what is there,
what hangs in the air,
as a way to create
a little spark that can be
the One that ignites
the Fire innate
that is in your soul
and comes never late.
I am not a truth teller,
a convincer, or a seller.
Not here to debate
the length and size
or precise weight
of This, which Is.
I am merely saying
what I can
and sharing
where I stand,
as a willing trade,
as a holy barter,
as I become aware
that our seemingly
dreamingly role
as a fire-starter
drives us to share,
as a kindling,
as a small glimmer,
as a way to give back
all that I got
from you, Beloved.
And that is where I go,
and that is what I know,
and the words are the spell
that hides in the nutshell
of our soul.
Nothing more.
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