Go sweep out the chamber of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.
When you depart out, He will enter it.
In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties.
Mahmud
Shabistari - 'Rose Garden of Mystery'
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the rain falls
washing needles and leaves
coated by the dust of a long dryness
muted tones become bright
dusty surfaces shine
shimmering in a light breeze
sometimes nature needs a good cleaning
so too my heart
so that the Sacred has room to dance
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