Sometimes, at a glance from Him, I am back in the Rose Garden.

Excerpt

Intoxicated from the pure draught Which I had drained to the dregs, In the bare dust I fell. Since then I know not if I exist or not, But I am not sober, neither am I ill or drunken. Sometimes, like His eye, I am full of joy, Or, like His curl, I am waving; Sometimes, alas! from habit or nature, I am lying on a dust heap. Sometimes, at a glance from Him, I am back in the Rose Garden.

Source Shabistari, Secret Rose Garden, The Effect of the Draught · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Shabistari, the Persian Sufi poet, the intoxication he speaks of is that of the love of God: whoever has tasted it knows ups and downs, sometimes falls back out of habit “on a dust heap”, but a single glance from God is enough to bring them back to the Rose Garden. Today, if you catch yourself falling back into an old habit, do not lose heart: turn to God with a short prayer and begin again.

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