Salut au monde.

You may find me somewhere high on a cliff
in a gardern of clouds
where i go often
To greet the universe.

Pink peach flowers sways in the valleys of my heart
and the sun rises from its horizon
No kurushetras; no allah hoo's
No mystical mantras
No kabala symbols
No crucifixations.

Only pink peach flowers
perfuming.
Making space for the nameless .

Unfiltered silence
More intoxicating than all the wisdom of men
opens the pages of my heart
for god's own finger to write
this morning's poem.

God wrote.
And
Love stepped in.