My very first day of covid, the battle is won!

From Hazarat Inayat Khan’s The Dance of the Soul (part of Ragas, pa147):

Let Thy wish become my desire

Let Thy will become my deed

Let Thy word become my speech, Beloved

And Thy love become my creed

Let my plant bring forth Thy flowers

Let my fruits produce Thy seed

Let my heart become Thy lute, Beloved

And my body Thy flute of reed.

and my ditty after this:

The battle is done

my heart is won

My Beloved and I

Sway as one

The battle is done

My heart is won

May my Beloved and I

Breathe as one.

Deeply Well

Drinking in the lite life

Checking out for a life time

Holding on for the right vibe

Searching happiness and peace on-line

Mesmerising myself again

Within a moments consolation

Building longer loss upon an instant gain

Drowning with anticipation

And we say:

Please hold on within your strife

But dont let yourself be held by it

Walk bold and free within your life

But don’t stamp your foolish pride on it

Don’t grasp the wrong away from right

Judge and jury of folks behaviour

Be guided by His strong tower light

As you wade in these seas with your saviour

Wading in the watering

Surfing waves that surely quenches

Satisfying thirstfulness again

Immersing well beyond our senses.

After reading pages 206-208 in Volume 1 of The Sufi Message by Hazarat Inayat Khan