I HAVE PLAYED my flute along the path, I have sung at thy gate. I have offered my tunes before thy temple's outer screen decorated with endless forms and colours. Today have come to me from everywhere the words that speak of the End. They ask me to break the bond of the road, to come to the farther shore of the pilgrimage by crossing the endless refrain of meetings and partings.
NOT FOR ME is the love that knows no restraint, but like the foaming wine that having burst its vessel in a moment would run to waste. Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain that blesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars. Send me the love that would soak down into the centre of being, and from there would spread like the unseen sap through the branching tree of life, giving birth to fruits and flowers. Send me the love that keeps the heart still with the fulness of peace.
