O my body, O my soul, never say that this
lifetime was not the best of lives! Of 10 thousand dwelling in the
silence of a jewel, 10 thousand as a rose, 10 thousand on the
feathered wing, 10 thousand in the fin and gill, 10 thousand garlanded by fur, 10 thousand in the House of Adam, this
life alone is the one when I received the whisper of the Master's breath,
the sweet anointing of Initiation.
As an evening breeze chooses this pine branch, as a moonbeam chooses one trillium among the ferns to silently caress, as an ancient yearning chooses your mother's womb, so I chose this life. Not through merit, surely, not through virtue but delight, I chose to be chosen now, so that I could surrender and be danced!
Painting by Mahmoud Farshchian
As an evening breeze chooses this pine branch, as a moonbeam chooses one trillium among the ferns to silently caress, as an ancient yearning chooses your mother's womb, so I chose this life. Not through merit, surely, not through virtue but delight, I chose to be chosen now, so that I could surrender and be danced!
Painting by Mahmoud Farshchian
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