At a dear friend's Nowruz (Persian New Year) celebration, our host invited each guest to read a poem. Those who forgot to bring one (me) shared the Persian poet Hafiz's book, The Gift. We read whichever poem appeared on the page when randomly opening the book, and the poem I discovered made an interesting connection to our upcoming travels.
We are at
The Nile's end.
We are carrying particles
From every continent, creature, and age.
It has been raining on the plains
Of our vision for millions of years
And our senses
Are so muddy compared to Yours, dear God,
But I only hear these words from You
Where we are all trying to embrace
the Clear Sky-Ocean,
Dear one, come.
My dear ones,