Maktub

It is written -
all has been decided
in the onset
of the time.

It is written -
where all the desert sand grains
after violent storm
to fall.

It is written -
how I feel about the desert,
how the desert
fills my heart.

It is written -
on the faces of all oceans
in the language
of the dreams.

It is written -
in the light and in the darkness,
evil, good
and all between.

It is written -
the screams the whispers,
pain and laughter,
fire, wind that feed the pain.

It is written,
it’s been decided -
how all lives …
and how all dies.

It was written,
in the absence of all matter,
by the hand
that made it all.