Beloved, how am I to say?
How should the soul fly
Or find wings, for this heart’s powerful memories
That Love might win out over time
And sea not be ruined by our cities
Beloved, I have stood
For the duration of many suns
But nobody is saved from impermanence
So what heroism of gratitude
Can repay the service of this life given to me?
I have blossomed and found peace
Like a flower in full bloom
Thrived in this world of dreary separation
Starved for union, to things beyond this world
How shall the soul take wings?
You have the grace of answer
I’ve not the memory to wait all eternity
For one day the sun should wander
Outside of her limits, and the sky grow dark
Beloved, did not the Prophet travel?
From planet to planet, until all worlds
Found their equivalent to pure gold
Truth, justice, equality and shared wealth.
Wuji Seshat 
Your voice, eloquent and humble yet a call to arms in the form of consciousness. Wuji I salute you.
So beautifully spiritual. Your longing for the Almighty is so naturally expressed. I am definitely your fan!