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.
2 comments:
This is a great picture to accompany these lofty thoughts, Ruth. If only we could - 'learn that [y]our own essence is [y]our wealth'. Thanks.
What a wonderful photo for a "sovereign without a throne". And the lines "No longer subject to fortune, /you could be luck itself" pose such a delicious and lofty challenge.
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