Down On My Knees

A Song.

http://www.archive.org/download/Down_On_My_Knees2_1/down2.mp3.m4a

This came to me on a lonely night walking down Hollywood Boulevard. I sang it as a prayer. I sang it over and over. I am so grateful. It helped me through a tough night. May it bring the same for all of you.

You know I'm down on my knees,
and I'm begging, "Oh, Lord, please. Have mercy..."

Dear Father,

I may sing this again tonight. Let us sing it together.
Thank you. Thank you, spirit.

Humbly,

P.

Dear Rumi,

My Father sent me your poem. Thank you, Rumi. Thank you, father.

Witness,

P.

Dear Pirooz,

My poem:

Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.

Watching,

Rumi

Dear Pirooz,

I love you.

Dad

Dear Spirit,

Thank you.

Grateful,

Pirooz