To plant a seed

“All that exists is only One Wujud (Being)!”

Nasafi

Trans. Shayda

Wujud climbing the escalator,

Up into thin space, never finding

A trace, I stopped at the vision

Of your face:

Has not Wujud built an atom bomb? Have not people argued and thought over thin space?

Now I climb the vine:

I only see rain, I’m cruising to the leaf stuck there, your face

Life: there’s no theory could outpace it or outgrow it, it contains everything, Nature she IS our taste

She green in spring, I went out today cruising

I’ve given up theory, upon seeing your face,

Different strokes for different folks is my philosophy, now, and wow! I love being kinky!

I let the rain fall around me, speak to me, my heart is green in spring,

And your face, it’s like a green leaf, a seed, fully formed but growing.