Gradually,
Nature’s torrents breaks
unity’s deadlock.
There is the answer to those
Who wonder why star-crossed lovers
Could be put asunder.

Or does the Sailor
hold the raft,
Sail the ship
While also tending to the cabin guests?
So are the spirits of Selfish souls
On merry waters.

You,
Who lack the depth
Of understanding,
May plunder into this sea
Of my wise sayings --
Of the walls of the loft
Are many palms, the sweaty hands,
A frail man, a building fest
With display of sand.

The Western Cent,
And the Middle-Eastern Shekel,
Could still be spent by
A pilgrim in Israel.
But if a man hadn’t helped another
It would not have been so.

But the cradle shared of
The Cent to the Shekel,
And of star-crossed lovers,
Or the unselfish souls
Who didn’t become ocean surfers?
Is love -
One of many wonders.