I will wait in patience
Until that which was unknown becomes apparent
And until prayers and destiny reach their verdict
no rush, I’m happy as I am.
Unfortunately what’s best is that time be taken for clarity
For both cases to be solved and given their due burials
And toss away our last living flowers of the past into it’s casket for cremation
After all, this ambiguity is well-wishing. Although it leaves huge gaping holes in my heart, I must accustom myself to the ice cool breeze willowing through this freshly carved cave
Perhaps one day it’ll become as magnificent and jeweled as the worlds oldest caves.
It’ll become my castle, my sanctuary of ever flowing hopes and dreams. Pure tears from the valley of my eyes, furnishing mirrored stalagmites of sincere desires.
Reflecting the years of sabr
and dedication, and the serene streams of honesty meandering through and through.
This is my artwork, this is my treasure, which no eye has seen.
And it’s all carefully crafted by my patience, sincerity, and destiny.
This is the immaterial heaven of my living self.
The throne of my mind-palace.