On Prayer - Aga Zaryan

You ask me how to pray to someone who is not

All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge

And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard

Above landscapes the color of ripe gold

Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun

That bridge leads to the shore of Reversal

Where everything is just the opposite and the word is

Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned

Notice: I say we;

there, every one, separately

Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh

And knows that if there is no other shore

We will walk that aerial bridge all the same