The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
O I know the way you can get
If you have not been out drinking Love:
You might rip apart
Every sentence your friends and teachers say,
Looking for hidden clauses.
You might weigh every word on a scale
Like a dead fish.
You might pull out a ruler to measure
From every angle in your darkness
The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once
I know how you can get
If you have not had a drink from Love’s
That is why all the Great Ones speak of
The vital need
To keep Remembering God,
So you will come to know and see Him
As being so Playful
Just Wanting to help.
We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
You carry all the ingredients
To turn your existence into joy,
Mix them, mix
We should make all spiritual talk
God is trying to sell you something,
But you don’t want to buy.
That is what your suffering is:
Your fantastic haggling,
Your manic screaming over the price!
Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light
And let it breathe.
Give me back my wings,
Lift me nearer.”
Say to the sun and the moon,
Say to our dear Friend,
“I will take You up now, Beloved,
On that wonderful Dance You promised!”