Pilgrim's Tree

The pilgrims have set up camp
Under the sun-reaching canopy of a large oak.

They break their fast
And dance to the Beloved.

Sheltered,
Their tents become temples,
And prayers and song fill the star-filled night.

Dear friend, you are like that tree.
Your roots draw up the Murshid's blessing.
Your words, the birds whose sweet songs
Call us home to our inner light.