If you have not yet met The Beloved,
And wonder where She might be found...
Look within.
Let your Attention journey to The Tavern,
At the Crossroads of Heart and Mind.
And look for Her there,
With the eyes of your Soul.
If you wander off down the road of Mind,
You'll only reach a "conclusion".
If you wander off down the road of Heart,
You'll lose yourself in the imagined.
Journey to the Tavern of The Beloved,
At the Crossroads of Heart and Mind.
And look for Her there,
With the eyes of both Heart and Mind.
It is Her Great Joy to pour Grace,
Into a Cup held forth Empty.
But you must hold forth your Cup.
If you lose yourself in chatter there,
You will miss Her Silent arrival.
If you seek stature among those gathered,
You will see only yourself.
If you must have fellowship,
Commune with your empty Cup.
If you must yammer,
Speak to Her as if you can see Her.
If you must think, reminisce,
Of that which was known, then forgotten.
If you must daydream, imagine,
The vanishing of all duality.
Wait there, at the Tavern of The Beloved,
The Mind starved, the Heart Drowned in Longing.
For if you have not yet met Her,
It is There that you will surely find Her.
Or rather, I should say,
It is there that She will surely find you...
At the crossroads of Heart and Mind.
And wonder where She might be found...
Look within.
Let your Attention journey to The Tavern,
At the Crossroads of Heart and Mind.
And look for Her there,
With the eyes of your Soul.
If you wander off down the road of Mind,
You'll only reach a "conclusion".
If you wander off down the road of Heart,
You'll lose yourself in the imagined.
Journey to the Tavern of The Beloved,
At the Crossroads of Heart and Mind.
And look for Her there,
With the eyes of both Heart and Mind.
It is Her Great Joy to pour Grace,
Into a Cup held forth Empty.
But you must hold forth your Cup.
If you lose yourself in chatter there,
You will miss Her Silent arrival.
If you seek stature among those gathered,
You will see only yourself.
If you must have fellowship,
Commune with your empty Cup.
If you must yammer,
Speak to Her as if you can see Her.
If you must think, reminisce,
Of that which was known, then forgotten.
If you must daydream, imagine,
The vanishing of all duality.
Wait there, at the Tavern of The Beloved,
The Mind starved, the Heart Drowned in Longing.
For if you have not yet met Her,
It is There that you will surely find Her.
Or rather, I should say,
It is there that She will surely find you...
At the crossroads of Heart and Mind.
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