Cleaving Love

The vast depths are inked indigo
after [[read]]ing Al-Infitar,
the [[line]] between [[sea]] and sky
incandescent in the soft [[light]]
of this ineffable intimacy
in and of and for it[[self]],
heard by a few itinerant walkers
wary of the inner [[way]]s, weaving
our intention, true
to the [[heart]]'s permission, plunged
into the fragrant bliss
of boundless limits.

Traces

• Spring