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6 THE PATH: TRANSLATION OF AN UNWRITTEN GHAZAL

 

On this path, friend, rely on nothing.

Hold fast to the Master's hand, for it is your only guide.

 

There are many teachings and many teachers;

But for you there is only the lesson of his name.

 

What do I mean when I speak of the path?

I mean the thread that will lead you out of the labyrinth

     of the heart's illusions.

 

Each day brings you closer to your goal;

Each night takes you further from your self.

 

In your tears are the only salvation of the world;

With them you must wear away the stone that shrouds your heart.

 

Behind the veil, the Beloved waits;

Do not lose yourself among the folds!

 

Let the world puzzle itself over your behavior;

Your life is not the world's life, but the life of the world

     is yours.

 

He is here, and I thrive in the radiance of his presence;

When you find us, you will not be able to tell the Master

     from the man!

 

— Robert Weston

 

 

 

 

As I unwind the threads
 
wound long ago
I trip, falling through webs
 
of pain into confusion
The scream you hear flows
 
silently through the
Lifetime of my sorrow
WHEN IS RECESS, MY BELOVED?
These endless lessons, they have
 
grown tiresome
I sit here, wearied of the
 
games, and of losing
The Path, filled with knots
 
entangled in ignorance
I tug and tear at them
  then bleed from recognition
My Beloved has me bound tight
  by the heart
And I cling to the Hem of
 
His Compassion.
   
 
— Sarada Hopkins

 

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