Drink the wine down, tip the glass. Drink with the Beloved.
Take this breath like it’s your last. Drink with the Beloved.
We’re a caravan, you see, moving towards our destiny. You must find the eyes to see.
Drink with the Beloved.
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
Go to the East or to the West. Drink with the Beloved.
You can’t escape this birth and death. Drink with the Beloved.
Drink the cup of loving down. This is truly drink and drown. What is lost, it shall be found.
Drink with the Beloved.
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
So listen to the inner call. Drink with the Beloved.
The tavern masters rise and fall. Drink with the Beloved.
Watch the drunkards reel and spin. Feel the Presence from within, toasting with the dearest Friend. Drink with the Beloved.
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
~ Rumi ~
ah, it’s that day of the moonth, the last day, the day of blessing the space between us… what a moonth ending this last week plus under the seventh moon of the wise pilgrim facing the music… what better way than to join Rumi with re-joy-sing in a “drinking” song fom another kind of tavern…
in addition to being the closing of the circle of june, it’s also the opening of another year of practice, of polishing the mirror, of deepening into our true nature which is not only what Rumi calls us to but also which this moment of planetary mutation calls us to, which is what viruses call us to as they whisper to the genes to mutate, transform…
i begin today with this soul song, Rumi’s poem singing me, as i am clean-sing, still it sings me… as i head to the healing temple it sings me, as i drink the potion to light me up, it sings me and i’m starting to feel quite a buzz as if a whole hive of bees were with me throughout the scan…
thank you beloved, divine presence and beloveds, divine presences for sharing the dance of synchronisiddhi deepening our pilgrimage into great mystery… cheers!!!!!