39. Windows

Through the window of my mind
     I see only
A blinding dust-storm.

Through the window of my heart
     I see and feel the same 'desert'
     As Your Silence-Vastness-Beauty.

     My Beloved Lord,
The moment I go and open
     My eyes, ears and mouth
You vanish in thin air
And I am all covered in desert-dust.

My sweet Beloved, please, please
          Coach me
     To see, hear and feel only
          You in the world,
               For the world
                    In You.