Peace, one and all…
Did you open your eyes here
with the fragrance of a distant garden
lingering in your nostrils?
And, incognito as a stranger here,
have you been seeking your way home?
Sometimes this yearning burns so fiercely
that a form resplendent on the altar
would melt and puddle in its heat.
No loss. A form intended only as a wondow,
if not transparent, merely hooks us.
Our friendship is a covenant of opening,
to help each other perceive the garden
of this dying world unfolding all around us
and to bring forth the gardener hidden within,
as the word lies hidden in the breath.
Chris Hoffman, Sufi Journal