At the end of a crazy-moon night
the love of God rose.
I said: “It’s me, Lalla.”
This poem, one of my favourites, was written by 14thc. Kashmir mystic, Lal Ded (Lalla). It speaks of a personal relationship with Spirit; a passion for living and a deep seated trust in life.
It’s been many nights, perhaps years, of crazy-moons. Yet still, with each dawn, I am blessed. Trust, so long without, deepens with each awakening.
I find my way home in light and laughter.