bewildering race, I longed for nothing but a sense of belonging; yet, time revealed
another face.
My beloved wooden tribe slowly drowned in the mundane, losing the ability to see.
They forged two giants out of the past and the future and fell captive to their grip.
They completely forgot that this prison was made of water and they were made of
wood. So long they remained bound that they became damp and warped.
Metamorphosis blurred their identity until neither they remembered themselves,
nor did they recall their tribe.
I could not remain idle, even though I knew that no pursuit holds the sight of
nothing.
Thus, I called upon them.
And I call upon you
To see
To anticipate the rendezvous with one's true self
To believe in belief, even if there is none
To build the self to establish the sole time
And to embrace the being of non-being
(Sheyda Bordbar)