From this place of loving,

I call out to you,

 

With patience;

You respond;

Unwavering.

 

I am here, my patient one

Do you see me?

 

I hear you in every beat of the drumming

Calling out to our oneness.

 

Every inch of your suffering is made of light

And I am your light-seeker

Embrace my yearning heart with your becoming.

 

Fingertips

For your touch

Cheeks

For your affection

Forehead

For your softness

Lips

For your passion

Heart

For your belonging

 

In union we become

Blinding as one

Shanawaz