the face of your beloved

rises in the deepest seat of your soul.
behold that face
'cause the Ultimate Beloved
keep making His and Her appearances
your true beloved's face is
and That becomes
the living Mary, the Lover and the Vessel.
with a glance it can resurrect
remaining incomparable beyond our ideas of beyond
Who nevertheless wishes to be known, wishes to be loved.
The face of your beloved
rises in the deepest seat of your soul.
like a northern star may it lead you
.
. Santa Monica, California .
Labels: mysticsaint poetry, poem, poetry









7 Comments:
Beautiful words, which capture something that normally the heart only feels. Thanks for sharing!
Tim
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Beautiful inspiration Sadiq!
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Just lovely, dear Bhai :) What a blessing your blog is to us.
Ya Haqq!
beautiful
thanks a lot for your kind words. glad that you all liked it.
blessings be with you!
Beyond the horizon
lies the eternal source of all that lives
from the chasms gushes out the blood of life
the heart beat reverberates through the universe
the source of all purity
where from all Paths emerge and end
the destiny of all destinies
the eternal Now
forever there.....
I lost my beloved
In many faces
The mirror images
When shall you come?
And find me
The lost one
I am
Only yours
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