Vine

[Guest guest]

Dear Friends,

 

 

"One morning

I went to a place beyond dawn,

a source of sweetness that always flows

and is never less."

 

 

 

I am resting -

A floating fluff seed of dandelion, breathed

on the wet surface of my Beloved's Wineglass.

I am a sacred, glowing vineyard of singing grape clusters -

passionflower purpled with Rumi's love murmerings,

the crisp, white, sparkling with mirth nectar, of Hafiz,

and green, earth-cloaked, sky-clad colors of Lalla,

holding the new harvest within her heart,

the sunlight streaming within her glowing mouth,

the tender furl of spring fingers clasped in prayer,

and the thousand singing grape mouths

she suckles from her Spirit breast of compassionate moonlight.

I am floating -

A piece of driftwood on the Sea of Eternity,

etched with the movings and motions of all planets,

and beings, and angels, and causes within the Cause.

A deathless saint stands in every atom of me,

spilling the wine of a Mystery across my face.

 

Drown me in the Cask of Your Oceanic Presence.

Press me into new wine, a new wine from a new mystic.

 

With Love,

Mazie