I used to think the sun was
Illuminating all
Out of obedience
To follow the Divine command
In awe of the majesty of its Creator
But now I understand
That it moves and radiates us all
Out of love.
For it is love that vividly entrances the heart
And pulls at its core
To care for, encourage, and give warmth
For all that it longs for
It is love that causes us
To dance, stand upside down,
And submerge others in our drunkenness
To provide light for others in our own lightheaded state
It is love that desires to provide,
To burn ourselves out of provision
Just to see the ecstatic state of the receiver
What care have I for things?
When I know these things make my beloved happy?
I will empty myself of my provisions
And empty myself of my own self
Out of love.
I will empty myself of my ego
And empty myself of my existence
Out of love.
There is no joy comparable
Than in seeing your Beloved rejoice.
I will empty myself of my own joy,
To see my Beloved rejoice.
I no longer know of my own being
When the Beloved is in joy.
I only know of the
Beloved
Who Exists.
And the Beloved
Who Is.
