In the orchard and rose garden

All night, a man called ‘Allah’Until his lips were bleeding.Then the Devil said, ‘Hey! Mr Gullible!How comes you’ve been calling all nightAnd never once heard Allah say, ‘Here, I am’?You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?I’ll tell you what. Nothing!’ The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.Depressed, he threw himself on the groundAnd…

If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender…

I am part of the loadNot rightly balancedI drop off in the grass,like the old Cave-sleepers, to browsewherever I fall. For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grainsfloating and flying in the will of the air,often forgetting ever beingin that state, but in sleepI migrate back. I spring loosefrom the four-branched, time -and-space…

Love is reckless; not reason.Reason seeks a profit.Love comes on strong,consuming herself, unabashed. Yet, in the midst of suffering,Love proceeds like a millstone,hard surfaced and straightforward. Having died of self-interest,she risks everything and asks for nothing.Love gambles away every gift God bestows. Without cause God gave us Being;without cause, give it back again.

This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some new delight. The dark…