Surprise Me
These are the revolution years
This I know
A lifetime lived
A lifetime to go
So much more
To learn
love
and grow
Exhausted.
How much more?
Surprise me, I say
Are you listening?
Hafiz tells us:
“the light will someday split you open;
even if your life is now a cage”…
“this sky, where we live, is no place to lose your wings”
So, surprise me then
Prove me wrong
Better yet prove me right
For my wildest dreams
And my greatest flight
Surprise me
with magic
and light.
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all