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