Three sages on an airplane
Sharing wordless truths
Tradition, science, feeling.

All moments are this moment,
All places are this place.

Is not the deeper reality,
A moving terrain of energy?

Where we drive blind
And draw conclusions
‘This time I turned the wheel
Left and we went up’
Next time we turn the wheel left and go down.

The first time there was a hill on our left
The second time a valley,
But we could see neither.

Waiting in Istambul where West meets East,
Walking in the orange and blue light
Between the mosques,
Something sprouted in my lentil heart.
Among the flowerbeds I realised I HURT.
I hurt others and am hurt, we're one.

One minute chewing toffee,
One hour sucking it off the teeth.

Before sunrise in Tehran, birth city
Took my baby self away.
After king, revolution, war, reform,
Yoga on the carpets, feet slipping,
A dry power seeping up into my bones.