|O my friends,|
What can you tell me of Love,
Whose pathways are filled with strangeness ?
When you offer the Great One your love,
At the first step your body is crushed.
Next be ready to offer your head as his seat.
Be ready to orbit his lamp
like a moth giving in to the light,
To live in the deer
as she runs toward the hunter's call,
In the partridge
that swallows hot coals for love of the moon,
In the fish that, kept from the sea, happily dies.
Like a bee trapped for life
in the closing of the sweet flower,
Mira has offered herself to her Beloved.
She says, the single Lotus will swallow you whole.
from The Enlightened Heart:
An Anthology of Sacred Poetry, by Stephen Mitchell