A Hundred Blessings - Mirabai Ceiba

When Love comes suddenly and taps

on your window,

run and let it in,

but first

shut the door of your reason,

even the smallest hint

chases love away,

like smoke that drowns

the freshness of

the morning breeze.

To reason, Love can only say

this way is barred,

you can’t pass through,

but to the lover

it offers a hundred blessings.

Before the mind decides

to take a step,

Love has reached

the seventh heaven.

Love has climbed

the Holy Mountain.

Love has reached

the seventh heaven.

Love has climbed

the Holy Mountain.

I must stop this talk now

and let Love speak

from its nest of silence.