Being Love Is Better

Last night, I entered the house of love

And got melted in a radiant light.

Drained and bewildered, I wished to sleep

Yet I was convinced,

In an alert place, being alert was better.

Hungry and thirsty

I wanted to eat the bread of ecstasy and drink the wine of light

And wished to get drunk with the fullness of love. 

But I knew, 

In a sacred place, being sacred was better.

Then I wished to shout as a mad soul, 

To sing the song of bliss and harmony,

And to dance with the fount of existence.

Yet I remembered,

In a silent place, being silence was better.

Then I wished to move,

Walking as if flying in an affable space

Free, like the wind.

But soon I remembered,

In a still place, being still was better.

Then I sought to love,

To see the beauty in living without hate.

Forgetting shadows, adoring both light and dark

Yes I had learned

In the house of love, being love was better.

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