A Restatement from David Pendlebury’s Garden
The non-existent have come to serve
at the door of true existence,
nor is it just today that this is so
but since time began
dervishes have come
bereft of wealth and power,
swarming like ants at the door of love.
...No one knows how far it is
from nothingness to God,
but the self will wander right and left
day and night
for years and years
turning around itself like an ox in the mill;
break free from yourself,
free yourself from yourself
and in little time the wandering will cease
and the door will open to you.
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