Imagine that you are Sheba trying to decide
whether or not to go to Solomon.
You are haggling about how much to pay
for shoeing a donkey, when you could be seated
with one who is always in union with God,
who carries a beautiful garden inside himself.
You could be moving in a great circuit
without wings, nourished without eating,
sovereign without a throne.
No longer subject to fortune,
you could be luck itself,
if you would rise from sleep,
leave the market-arguing, and learn
that your own essence is your wealth.