39. May I Serve the Cocktail of God-Intoxicated Eyes in the Home of the Rich
In Thy temples, when many come to pray, I take God-intoxication from their eyes. I blend them together into a cocktail of devotion. I serve that to my thirsty thoughts; they drink and drink, and forget their fresh wounds and worries.
In the home of the materially rich and spiritually poor, I love to serve this magic cocktail in vessels of my heart’s good-will and sincerity.
I pray that they who drink this wine may become so intoxicated that they will forget the pain of ignorance forevermore.