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 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.

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