when you were sky
and i was earth,
when i was wind
and you were sea
out of time
and out of names
we never could be
without each other
touching and feeling
even in each drop
of rain, in the fire,
the ashes, in all
then they called us,
sent us branded into
the arena , with clothes
and veils and questions
we fabricated numbness
and called it adult,
we penetrated all
and called it knowledge
and now after slavery
the desert has become
our refuge, we will be
one with each grain of sand
will be blown East and West,
fine dust, very slowly
we will settle
into release
the moon is full,
it talks into me:
all is cycles, all
coming, all going
