in the presence of the poet,
all is poetry;
in the presence of the lover,
all is love.
come to the banquet hungry
and ready to dance.
there is no sound
but music and singing;
there is no life
but celebration and gratitude.
has your invitation been misplaced?
have your ears been plugged?
you cannot remain dry
in the pool of devotion;
you cannot remain rigid
in the wind of the divine.
come to the celebration-feast hungry
and with dance in your heart.
