Initiation


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

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