I am perusing a book of 20-minute retreats. The book is by Rachel Harris, and some of the retreats are only a moment, a pause to reflect and remember.
This comes from The Kabir Book, Robert Bly's translation of a fifteenth-century Indian mystic.
I do not wish to dye my clothes saffron,
the color of a holy order;
I want to dye my heart with divine love.
Perhaps that says it all.