Letters / Poetry

The Meaning of Kitra; A Love Letter

It was your womb-sound voice that I walked towards. Your siren silent calling that woke me. You were chanting a gentle enchantment. Kol Neshama Tehalelya. And my eyes were fluttering harmony. Ever-soul was being called. The only life to do is to praise. It was the wake-up prayer. For hours and ours.  You have absolute attunement. Now begins the whispers.

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