Reflections on Syriac Etymologies

If I call you "bro"
then you have become a co-creator of my reality
For in the words of ancient Aram, "boro" is to create

We are family
Brahma has called us sons
And we are coagulated into one blood at the Qabo of the qorosh,
That is, the Gabr of the cross
like snowflakes crowning the Himalaya
in answer to David's prayer
or the rejected stones at the base of Jacob's pillars standing in Magan

Many will slander us as a nocturnal defilement
But there's nothing better than to be one as YaHovah is one
And there is no shame in coming into the light

Us living lingas have become spikes
As the bristling hairs of a porcupine dome
or as rays of love from the shining sun
On this rock many stumble
And Saul the scholar was unable to kick against its goads