Meditation on a noisy terrace
A loyalty that frees you
To take back your embrace
To hold the sight of her beauty
Whatever she says
A preference for pleasure
A desire without chain
A feast of sweetness
That will never know pain
Fingers and ears
That see through the dark
Eyes that unleash
The sorcerer's spark.
To find the field where battles
Lay their heads to die
To wake up to the sound of laughter
And never forget to cry.
Saklan
To know silence in a world of noise
To live with purity in the plague
To be joyful in the serious man's world.
To see no-thing in a world focused on things
To live with lightness where worry thrives
To hear the heart while the mind bellows.
To act with stillness
To destroy with love
To break the agitation
With a silent laugh
To look deep into the abyss
And keep the light inside
To dance with the devil
And gently stroke his hide
To fear not your power
Else your soul it will devour
To be totally here
And yet absolutely absent
A light that won't be wounded
For it gives everything its assent
To ride on the untenable
And flow with the unstoppable
To turn the tides on evil
By never trying to be good
To go where your heart points to
Without conception or belief
To learn from the dove
And steal from the thief
To live abundantly
In a world of scarcity
To avoid at all costs
The temptations of sanctity
To Nurture: