Day 234 – Sufi Masters

In The Drops

 

It is in the drops

of little things that

the heart finds

its morning and is

refreshed – breathing

new life in an old

heart – for when

Rabi’a whispers

words of sweet love

to you, your heart

gently unfurls its

petals so that your

fragrance can

intoxicate life.

 

It is in the dew

of grand occasions

that the soul finds

its dawn and is

reborn – beginning

again from where

life stands in love –

for when Mirabai sings

her love songs to

the wind, all hearts

begin to dance,

fluttering in the

presence of that

fierce grace

 

It is in the drops

of little things

that our love finds

its fire and is

rekindled – stoking

the awakening passions

of life’s desires – for

when Hafiz whispers

words of longing,

life searches for a

union of things seen,

to feel a melding of

worlds revolved;

the true vision

 

It is in the dews

of grand occasions

that the soul finds

its truth and is

risen – awoken to

the wonders of

sacred life – for when

Rumi sings his songs

of the greater movement,

the heart looks inward

and finds its way

home, a releasing of

fear, to go home to

love in this moment.

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