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 nectar to my thirsty thoughts, and they drink and drink, forgetting all their wounds and worries.
In the home of the materially rich but spiritually poor, I serve only this magic cocktail. I pour it into their dry vessels, empty of generosity, with my heart’s good‐will and sincerity.
I pray that all who drink this nectar may become so intoxicated with inner bliss that they forget their slumber of ignorance forevermore.
