When I stand in front of the Wall
shadows of doubt feeds the flesh
of my eyes; be silent wasted vows,
it-is I who walked the divided Sea
to everlasting freedom to endure
the endless mystery called Life!
Ffather said, be the fiddler of words,
give them string and whoosh of air,
carve names on a thin drip of pulp
with the tiniest grain of cedar wood,
discover self beyond doubt, I Am
and will remain unseen for eternity.
Copyright by Michal Mahgerefteh