This breeze is your breath
This breeze is your breath,
infused with the perfume of orange blossoms,
the scent of Presence where I have pitched this tent.
This place where I am your sky but also your clouds
where I see you with a billion eyes,
each one looking in a different direction.
You are the greatest alchemist
through you all things are sacred
merging existence and non-existence.
You fill this cup over and over again,
sometime scorching it
with your pure, unimaginable beauty.
Leaning to be the blade of grass rather than the sun
To be the moth rather than the flame
To be the fool and know the wisdom of serving you.
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