sacred housekeeping

I learned the song that is playing in my head today at the Dances of Universal Peace. Their version uses the word God, but the voice in my head automatically substitutes Love:

Go sweep out the chambers of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling of the Beloved.
When you depart, Love will enter.
In you, void of yourself, Love will display her beauties.

Some googling revealed that these lyrics are from The Secret Rose Garden by Mahmud Shabistari, a Sufi mystic and poet. In Sufi poetry, the term Beloved typically refers to the Divine rather than a human lover.

To me, the lyrics are a reminder that Love remains present in my heart, underneath and undisturbed by my overactive mind, just as the sun continues to shine behind the clouds. And I can restore my awareness of this Love simply by doing a little bit of sweeping now and then to remove the mental clutter from my attention.

If you want to hear the melody, there's a video of the dance here: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5609518534218192931#