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 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.

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40. May I Seize Thee at Eternity’s End?