From The Creator’s Cup

In one of her past lives she reigned in Persia over the Magi

Cursing those who concealed under the principles of all sciences

Things that are holy

Beneath the scrolls of intellectual progress

Between the symbols and bold calculations of Pythagoras

Sits my Love for her

In all Love’s glory

For her sing the Angels, nothing is impossible

Mercury and Venus have little to no place for communication where I haven’t tried to drink from the crater’s cup

Muhammad’s voice echoes: “Don’t let a fog of war disturb the prayer, just keep going, and don’t give up”

A Sip