Love, Sweetest & Most Bitter
We are loading our donkeys
With tributes and riding them into the sea.
We are the courageous and foolish,
Simpletons on Quixote’s mount,
Undaunted and fearing nothing,
We take our supper under the sky
And quench our thirst with wine
Stolen from our masters’ cellars!
The incorrigible and destitute,
The lost and guided knights
With banners borrowed
From Saladin’s tomb.
Stampeding headlong,
Hardheaded and kindhearted,
To be lost forever in His Ocean,
O’ Love, Sweetest and Most Bitter!
With tributes and riding them into the sea.
We are the courageous and foolish,
Simpletons on Quixote’s mount,
Undaunted and fearing nothing,
We take our supper under the sky
And quench our thirst with wine
Stolen from our masters’ cellars!
The incorrigible and destitute,
The lost and guided knights
With banners borrowed
From Saladin’s tomb.
Stampeding headlong,
Hardheaded and kindhearted,
To be lost forever in His Ocean,
O’ Love, Sweetest and Most Bitter!
(No.9, from 'Raindrops') If you desire to walk the path, then prepare yourself to stumble, to get lost, to face monster windmills and other illusions that challenged Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Along the way, you may perhaps even face the mightiest illusion of all... the illusion of you. Abu Yazid, Ibnu Arabi, Hallaj and old Rumi may have put it differently, but this is what we call poetic license. Hehehe.
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