Gently, gently open your eyes
and look at the face of Love,
look at her intoxicating eyes!
Her smile has lured thousands of hearts
into her infinite garden.
Come and let your lips taste the sweetness of her fruit.
You will become drunk on the scent of her roses
and dance like a willow swaying in the wind.
Turn your eyes from the world’s hunger for pleasure
there is a deeper fulfilment in the infinite mystery of Love.
The temple of love is not love itself;
True love is the treasure,
Not the walls about it.
Do not admire the decoration,
But involve yourself in the essence,
The perfume that invades and touches you-
The beginning and the end.
Discovered, this replace all else,
The apparent and the unknowable.
Time and space are slaves to this presence.
Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable
Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.