Mystical Love Poetry, Mecca Has No Place

Mecca Has No Place

Mecca is no place

Does the Maker of us all

Have a location?

And was the Lord born?

Oh temple of my soul

Oh house of many mansions

Ascend the spiral stair

Enter the upper rooms

Nor is Israel a nation

It is a state

Beyond ideals of the world

A chamber of the heart

Where did the prophets go

To collect the richness

Of their message?

To the streets of men?

What are the holy churches

And temples of the Lord?

Brick and stone, paint and wood?

Think again beloved!

The Holy One dwells within

Our beating heart

The Living Word has walls

Of flesh and blood

Excerpt: Rumi Would Have Laughed

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