O marvel! A garden amidst flames!
My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles, and a convent for Christian monks,
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way
Love's camels take, that is my religion and my faith.
A poem for Sunday with no commentary or reflection. However I will share this nifty picture I found of a dog meditating. Enjoy!
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