All Things Taste of Love

Peace, one and all…

To a drunkard,
this whole universe is a tavern
and each passing moment
a new festival of joy.

Each new person
is a heart to embrace,
and each new word
a toast to the delight of life.

Each bright day
is the grateful emptying of a new goblet
and each sacred night
a return to the tavern’s door.

To a drunkard,
all things taste of love
and all that exists
spins around the wine-giver’s throne.

Become a drunkard, dear heart.
love is in eyes that shine,
and joy in ears that hear.

Abdur Rahman, 13th March 2010


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