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.