In the first memory,
In the time far behind,
In the first gaze and the first touch,
There was a whisper,
A motion,
A secret side

Like before a thunder,
A hurricane,
A storm
There was a silence,
saying stories to come

I am sitting
And I am waiting,
And I feel it,
Oh God,
I feel it,
And my heart is trembling,
My body is exited
But my soul is calm like it knew for a long time
About the time to come

There is a thunder,
There is a rain,
There is an ocean rushing my direction
And my soul is opening up,
My body is ready to fly, to swim to climb


I am waiting . . .

Shervin
June 5. 2006

(reposted here from Hafiz Tribe with Shervin's gracious permission)