O Love

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares -
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

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From:  Perfume of the Desert – Andrew Harvey image – Inspirations from Sufi Wisdom
Edited: Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut

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