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In the Arms of the Universe

~that moment~

…I stand poised

On the threshold of a revelation.

All around me,

A multitude of faces.

No one is less, no one is more —

All stand equally exalted.

They speak to me in urgent tones,

Telling tales of sewing circles,

Angioplasties and

Passions run amok.

And I feel synapses

Creak, stir and fire,

Galvanize to connect my being,

Pin my conciousness to its

Mother lode.

I hear it!

I hear the music

Notes like flecks of pale meringue

Starbursts of Kewra water

Melt in my soul.

Connected,

Contained yet unencumbered,

I bow the head

And surrender to what

I cannot even

Pretend to comprehend.

Farida Haque

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