Companions of the Heart.

[Guest guest]

Spiritual friends gather together to blend the honey of God

more sweetly. They open a vessel of nectar to refine and

prepare this nourishment, by fasting from their own taste.

To perfume hunger with the flavor of reception. This

sharing of the hearts honey, turns a raw meal into a

wedding feast. The Beloved consumes them as one, to be

their love.

Such gatherings are family affairs. A persuasion of faiths,

that is their household of understanding. They speak in the

tongues of diverse songs, yet become the translation of each

other. They allow that any prayer that opens in the mouth

of sweetness, is their own voice returning from a foreign

journey.

The Beloved travels in the soul worlds, to sojourn at the

campfires of lovers. She pours out a wine that quenches

each thirst, mulled from herbs that have grown in many

gardens. This drinking of each other unfolds a rose of

awareness that is recognized by each as their own. What is

gathered together in want, becomes a sufficiency in every

portion.

Such a congress is a light that burns the lampshade of

difference. Such a company is a gathering of moths to a

flame seen as One. Yet each person must leave this circle as

the savor of unity to salt the earth, and replenish the store

of his own reality within it. God commands Her travelers to

move out again like this. In Her mysterious way, that each

one be read as the idiom of the path.

We are the commune of this Love.

Delivered together in the guise of lovers.

The host flowers in the gathering

populating this garden of appearance

with one bloom.

Every feather flocked

on an eagles wing.

A company of sparrows

in the sky bird of truth.

love

eric

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