You that pour, people do not see the beauty anymore
of this joy we call wine. The clear saying of wisdom
cannot now be easily heard by the soul.
And sign language will not help. We need the sword of Shams to free us.
We have wanted material things more
than the deep connection of this circle, bread more than wine.
You have heard how Moses was with God on Sinai. That closeness is far away now.
Look at the overcast sky. It is not the splendor of feeling near. We have been lazy. We should either disband altogether, or not stay apart so long.
Let music loosen our deafness to spirit. Play and let play.