39. Windows

Through the window of my mind      I see only A blinding dust-storm. Through the window of my heart      I see and feel the same 'desert'      As Your Silence-Vastness-Beauty.      My Beloved Lord, The moment I go and open      My eyes, ears and mouth You vanish in thin air And I am all covered in desert-dust. My sweet Beloved, please, please           Coach me      To see, hear and feel only           You in the world,                For the world                     In You.