surrender me like a Sufi, a dervish in the desert.
careless of consequence, show me my path,
my greatest service in the time becoming.
i want burning bliss,
loud with tablas and tambourines, rebellion and rapture.
and sated sanctity, filled with a silence
that deafens the most foreboding of fears.
open me to what is next, show me the grandeur of this threshold.
help me to risk the touching, the torture of transforming.
lift me from wonder and into awe,
seat me with devotion.
there is tension at this crossing, chaos in my cells.
i am winded, unsure,
Who is not afraid of pure space–that breathtaking empty space of an open door? But despite fear, one goes through to the room beyond.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh