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O playful wind, tell me,

What is your gist?
Calm down a little just until I mix my fingertips...

I want to define your beautiful face with my pinky... and your pure intention with shades of orange... Perhaps I'll finally know if you truly hide rainbows for me.

If only you would hold still for a moment so I can feel your drift.
I will certainly grasp it when I fill the emptiness of your eyes with my gaze, for eyes, are the window to the soul, and souls ascend with their alikes...

Show it to me for a moment, and give me a chance to trace its mercuriality precisely without slipping away from its edges...
Hold still! Hasn't all this circling and turning tired you?

Come and catch my breath.
We'll sit together at one table as two addicts recovering from gambling should, slowly sipping our fragility and revealing all our cards to the other...

No disappointment burdens our wager...

and no doubt keeps us in the other's shadow.

Come, rest your palms on mine.

Share this moment with me without reserve.

I no longer wish to lure you... and there are no longer enough fingers in my imagination to sketch your moods.

Come! for "Time," like you, bewilders me with its mercuriality as it passes beneath me, above me and through me...

Binds me with its timed riddles, and then orchestrates my right to explode!!

But what you don't know is that I have escaped my awaiting,

and sold my voice and fingers to the first passerby! I have kept nothing of myself but the serene and ethereal echo of my solitude...

So come!

For the sake of a life oozing from our withered grape clusters... and for unconditional peace that begs to emerge from our sheaths.
Come!

let us make "Pure Simplicity," our life-rich substance.

Come oh wind!

what prevents you from coming?!

Mariam Alammuri