Paths of the Beloved

I am living many lives on one allowance.  Rise and fall again not only with time but within one capsule. I make something of myself, walk along a course until the end then fall in to a pit. I get confused. I feel lost. Then suddenly I see a new path laid out for me a bit further away. I swish the dust of my new robe and walk on it until my next fall. All along, though, I know, I am standing still in the arms of my Beloved, cradled. I only dream about my journey over different courses and paths of life, because I have never actually left His heart and never stopped looking into His beautiful face.

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