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The Pathless Heart
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How can I not be a Sufi,
How could they turn me away,
When the Beloved walks the pathways,
In the Secret Garden of my Heart?
How can I not be a Hindu,
How could they turn me away,
When the Atman Shines Radiant,
In the locus of my Being?
How can I not be a Christian,
How could they turn me away,
When the Holy Spirit,
Comforts and Teaches with every breath?
How can I not be a Buddhist,
How could they turn me away,
When Empty of independent form,
I exist as an Interdependent Arising?
Who would refuse this Drunken Vagabond,
Dancing at every temple,
Crying at every altar,
Taking the dust of every foot…
Beseeching every Lord…
Yet thankful in every breath,
For Grace already received…
From The Beloved who remains ever…
An Incomprehensible Mystery.
Wandering the Wilderness…
Where no villages of belief are found,
Along the Pathless Path,
Through which all Paths Wander.
How can I be troubled,
If the orthodox embrace or shun me,
When All is Fulfilled,
All is Fulfilled.
