Sitting on a foreign land,
Surrounded by foreign people,
Speaking a foreign language,
I wondered if I am as foreign
to them as they are to me.
But I have known them
for forever.
How do we become a foreigner
to people, we have known all life
and experience oneness with
strangers we just met?
There is something behind
the surface, some mystery,
some prayer, some mystics,
working increasingly
to unite those in pairs
who belong together,
for, their union will light
up the world of those who
are sick, dark, and lost.
Their union is blessed
of evolved souls.
