Hadi Atallah

From now on She would watch us very closely to see whether ego turned our heads. But I myself said it as well as for my friend, for my mind was hard and suspicious and I was remembering this white powder. But She was attracted, and Sophia could not take Her eyes from my bag. The soft sweep of the little dusts on the shore of metaphysical trance; And then darkness spread over Her page, and with the darkness came the music of Her births.

…And only the good remain with steady unbroken flow.