Don't pray to be One.
Pray to be Two.
The prayer of a curve
surrendered to its asymptote.
Seek infinite nearness.
May there ever be a thread
of breath between us.
That is where pouring happens.
Keep pressing out love
From musk-scented stillness.
In the darker space
of slightly parted lips
comes a kiss of exploration.
O trembling emptiness,
resonance of the last note
still warm in the flute.
Painting by Mahmoud Farshchian
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