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There are two days to every soul
I tell the onlookers,
the day we are born
Our birth day
We celebrate
The milestones of each day
Threads that connect us
Each day a miracle
Thank you for being here with me
Friends
Family
My partner
Community
Spirit
Palestine
Today I learned something I didn’t know yesterday
Tomorrow I will partake in the mundane spectacular
I will carry all this gold
Golden threads with me
In my chest
Filling the spaces between my ribs
So that every inhale
Every exhale
(breathe in)
(breathe out)
Is a reminder of how rich I am
So rich in fact that if I picked each golden string
I could sit at a loom and weave
A sweater
That’s about 20,000 stitches
20,000 times where my universe collided with yours
I would not subtract a single day
I would not subtract a single thread
Now I am at my death bed
My death day
The other day that is
As inevitable as birth
And I hold my soft golden sweater against my cheek
I can’t wait to show this to Him
My creation
All of you by my side
How lucky are we to experience this life
How lucky are we to have met
I will share with the night sky the golden threads of all of us
I will whisper in god’s ear that I lived each day on Falasteen
Fully
Fell in love in Falasteen
Lived in Falasteen
I breathe each day with you
I loved each day with you
Lay me down on the palestinian grass
Let my universe collide with the earth one last time
as they become one