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.