God
pours light
into every cup,
quenching darkness.
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
While God pours light
And the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
And light
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
The lover of God
is a skylight—
open in all directions.
She drinks the cup
as the Beloved fills it.
She holds out her arms and says,
“More light, more love!”
“More light, more love!”
~ Adapted from Hafiz
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