the revelation that any spiritual act carries

has only ever been one of community and

kinship rather than separation or segregation.

when I walked the streets of Cairo

not too long but already some sleeps

ago, spirituality wandered the streets in

all the sandy sandals, with all these

dusty toes, waiting to arrive, somehow.

in the midday heat, then, a pause, painted

by gently bowed heads sunken into prayer.

the market instantly left to those without God

in their hearts and and only money in their

hands although no one there to sell anything

so what was left but restless minds and

wandering feet without destinations.

where do you plant the worth of your time

and how do you tend to it, regularly and adequately,

and how do you react to people who don´t even

know about the seasons, let alone seeds.