Abandoned houses Tonight my
heart’s fire rages; nothing to do but throw
myself in the river flowing at my Beloved’s feet. Once, I
drifted free as a ghost. Now I am rooted in holy soil like the
neems and banyons on the path to my Beloved’s door. Under a
dormant sky, the restless ocean heaves and sighs. How can the
gulls, darting here and there, ever fathom its depths? Windows of
a long-shuttered room have been thrown open – to fresh
air and sunlight, music and laughter. Important
people of the world, sleep on – moving about in your
dreams; jabbing the air with your fingers. The mandali
are giving out holy prasad. Those old bodies remind me
of abandoned houses the winds blow through. O child of
God, your heart resides within His heart; wherever
your willfulness leads, remember, the Beloved goes
with you.
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