Find the girl that smells like rain.
Her eyes will sing you songs
of saffron
of curry and musky
hookah bars and
desert caravans -
of far off places not so far
of mystics
and the mythic.

These are within you.

Unhook your heart from the cupboard you have been keeping it safe and
sound
the alarms of your impending freedom.

Tune into the knowing that you have always held
in the shadowed recesses and folds of your remembering.
Ask God to illuminate the breadth of the love contained in the small dark body
you call your own.

Find that girl who flirts with the moon and makes love to stars - with galaxies as sacred council and
super novas bearing witness.
Ask her for the secret of saying yes
to possibility on such grand scales.

She's been waiting.

She will tell you
that the secret is that the secret
is not a secret.

Jokes on us, really.

She will laugh -
a full toothed grin as she surrenders the palms of her empty hands, arms held wide
and sheds a skin, much like a serpent,
with the wink of an eye.

Realize
it is finally time to
surrender
your compass.

You will not know
You can not know
You should not know -
the fates of this would keep you bound to a past with no future.
Loosen the chains.
Ask judgement to release its stranglehold and
throw reason out the window.
Just this once.

Try these wings on
my
friend.