A Sermon on Love

When love knocks
on the door, the lover
does not stop to pack but
runs outside naked to greet
the beloved. Intoxicated in the wine
of love, the lover does not
ponder this and that but sings
drunken songs from rooftops
all night long.

This longing of one sea
for another to combine
in surrender echoes our desire
to be one with the Ineffable. If
it does not, the lover has become
distracted by the nibbling
of fleas, the barking of distant dogs.

If this sleep walker
falls into the pit
of confusing the vehicle
of the soul for its contents,
rejecting the pomegranate
because its skin is hard
while never tasting
the fruit within,
then he has thrown away
his candle and curses
the velvet night.

Do not go back to sleep!