In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved.
Our seeking is His seeking,,
Our words are His words.,
At times we flow toward the Beloved,
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water,
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot turning to vapor,
that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my ear until my soul takes on His fragrance
He is the soul of my soul.
How can I escape?
And why would any soul in this world want to escape, from the Beloved?
He will melt your pride, making you thin as a strand of hair.
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds one strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and there",....while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
Enough with such questions!.
Let silence take you to the core of life.