UNITY

We travel the silk road of evening,

tobacco and desire flickering

in our hands. We are cordial travelers,

our eyes wide open, traveling in psalms,

in Rumi, in the sayings of the man from the Galilee.

We break bread under the pistachio tree,

under the Banyan tree, under the dark

of the Samaritan fig tree. Songs of offering rise up

in our throats, wandering along the wall of night. We travel

in the openness of warm eternity, celestial voices

announcing a coupling as the quiet horse gallops

heavenward. We travel with the rest of the world,

with its atrocities, its piles of ruins, scars of barbed wire,

traveling with ardor in our loins, with the cry of birth.

We sit crossed-legged within the rocking

of flesh, the quiet of the Brahmin, the bells

of Mass, the tumult of Torah. We travel

through the eagles of death, dilution of earth in rivers,

in eulogies, through marble we travel, through the silk

of evening, our hearts like bonfires in the dark.

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