Days are sieves to filter spirit, reveal impurities, and too, show the light of some who throw their own shining into the universe. Out of nowhere a horse brought us here where we taste love until we don’t exist again. This taste is the wine we always mention. Earlier, to be ready, I loosened the leg bindings. Today, your scent. Gratefulness rises on the air. These gifts from the Friend, a robe of skin and veins, a teacher within, wear them and become a school, with a greater Sheikh nearby.