Sometimes you wake at dawn and a longing in the heart brings song, brings praise, brings tears brings laughter, brings praise. and you sit, and you cry, and you wonder about being that crazy old man one day, the one that you sometimes imagine being, long hair, beard, eyes that reflect all the tenderness of this world, the one thats always in a drunken wonder for You. the one that is neither here nor there, but always in an exalted station for You. then you think about Ruzbihan Baqli and how insane he must have been for You, this brings more light and longing. then the world opens up and the stars have now set and a pristine orange adorns the yawning trees, and you sit in this vast remembrance of light meeting light, of truth manifest, of colors becoming intention, and you wonder about what life would be like if you lived from here, always, this place of vast meaningful joy, where the furriness of animals make the most sense, where service and love and service and love are the source of dreaming You.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 14:40:37 +0000
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