He said, You are the sheikh, the guide.
But I am not a teacher. I have no power.
He said, You already have wings.
I cannot give you wings.
But I wanted his wings.
I felt like some flightless chicken.
Then new events said to me,
Don't move. A sublime generosity
is coming toward you.
And old love said, Stay with me.
I said, I will.
You are the fountain of the sun's light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.