Dear Shams of Every Age,
Burn our books, throw our degrees in the pond, for it takes far too long to peel away the layers of acquired learning to find the pearl within!
We need the beggar at the door to challenge our lofty ideas of ourselves! We need the lover, who unties our scholarly robes to see who we are in the moonlight, who makes us laugh at our pretending postures in the world. One drop of pure intention is a magic potion to cure us of our self-imposed disease of self-importance!! One sip from your lips sends us into an ocean of spinning wheels of color of sweet ecstasy!
O heart! Chase away every ill wind that comes near the garden of love! Let the arrows fly from the graceful curve of your brow, that sacred altar arching above your piercing gaze of desire!
Seduce me! Reduce me to a fool, but make me real, help me feel all there is to feel! Breathe your breath into this hungry mouth searching for the truth of love. Touch me with a touch that burns with the too muchness of love! Melt me into a puddle of tears to wash the dust from your wandering feet.
O Love! Silence my cold ideas with the warmth of your laughter. May icicles form on my lips if one more empty platitude seeking your gratitude slips out of this foggy head!
O shepherd of Love! Step across the threshold of this waiting heart and languish in the luxury of a quiet corner, where no one can speak above a whisper of anything but love. Sip the sweetness of light from friends who seek your well being, and may the arrow of love puncture all inflated balloons that carry the name of your fame! O shepherd of love, gather the lost sheep of the world and hold them to your heart!
Carry us home
to the paradise
of your welcoming arms!
We need the beggar at the door to challenge our lofty ideas of ourselves! We need the lover, who unties our scholarly robes to see who we are in the moonlight, who makes us laugh at our pretending postures in the world. One drop of pure intention is a magic potion to cure us of our self-imposed disease of self-importance!! One sip from your lips sends us into an ocean of spinning wheels of color of sweet ecstasy!
O heart! Chase away every ill wind that comes near the garden of love! Let the arrows fly from the graceful curve of your brow, that sacred altar arching above your piercing gaze of desire!
Seduce me! Reduce me to a fool, but make me real, help me feel all there is to feel! Breathe your breath into this hungry mouth searching for the truth of love. Touch me with a touch that burns with the too muchness of love! Melt me into a puddle of tears to wash the dust from your wandering feet.
O Love! Silence my cold ideas with the warmth of your laughter. May icicles form on my lips if one more empty platitude seeking your gratitude slips out of this foggy head!
O shepherd of Love! Step across the threshold of this waiting heart and languish in the luxury of a quiet corner, where no one can speak above a whisper of anything but love. Sip the sweetness of light from friends who seek your well being, and may the arrow of love puncture all inflated balloons that carry the name of your fame! O shepherd of love, gather the lost sheep of the world and hold them to your heart!
Carry us hometo the paradise
of your welcoming arms!
Sing us
a lullaby
of love!
- from a mystic, Naomi
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