Posted by: Greenwoman2007 on: September 30, 2009

“Neither sober nor drunk, sometimes I feel the joy of my soul’s eyes looking out through mine.
Other times I feel the curl of the Beloved’s hair and my life wobbles and staggers.
Sometimes, the seasons of life turn and I find myself back on the compost heap.
And sometimes, when her glance finds me again, I am back in the Rose Garden.”
Shabistari
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October 1, 2009 at 8:00 am
Shannee, I like this a lot, sometimes in Sufism, when they talk of drunkenness, they mean divine possession.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.