Today I wandered into the spiritual marketplace,
And heard 10,000 hawkers hawking,
10,000 children teaching,
And 20 held forth as 100.
So many voices,
So full of authority,
Young and old,
Certain and assertive.
I brought my Beloved with me,
But She could not bear the din,
And ran from that place,
Staring back from my Heart, tearfully.
I could not hear,
Amidst the cacophony,
Her sobbing whisper,
“My Own, My Love, leave this place…
And follow Me… Home.”
And heard 10,000 hawkers hawking,
10,000 children teaching,
And 20 held forth as 100.
So many voices,
So full of authority,
Young and old,
Certain and assertive.
I brought my Beloved with me,
But She could not bear the din,
And ran from that place,
Staring back from my Heart, tearfully.
I could not hear,
Amidst the cacophony,
Her sobbing whisper,
“My Own, My Love, leave this place…
And follow Me… Home.”
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