The tears are but distilled wisdom

After the release

after the release


and the rains soft drops have dusted the sandy soils with her salt kiss tears

there
in the  desert of desire felt the rains of faith

and how the mist rolled in across the ocean
there , the plants still grow at the edge of the fog - where the mysteries still lie vacant

yet unfulfilled
but many in the making

a soup.

And over here is the present kitchen !  ///...\\