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If They Only Knew
What earth is this so in want of you they rise up on high to seek you in heaven?
Look at them staring at you right before their eyes, unseeing, unseeing, blind. . . .
I was patient, but can the heart be patient of its heart?
My spirit and yours blend together whether we are near one another or far away.
I am you, you, my being, end of my desire.
The most intimate of secret thoughts enveloped and fixed along the horizon in folds of light.
How? The "how" is known along the outside, while the interior of beyond to and for the heart of being.
Creatures perish in the darkened blind of quest, knowing intimations.
Guessing and dreaming they pursue the real, faces turned toward the sky whispering secrets to the heavens.
While the lord remains among them in every turn of time abiding in their every condition every instant.
Never without him, they, not for the blink of an eye -- if only they knew! nor he for a moment without them.
 / Photo by millicent bystander /
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Recommended Books
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The Death of Al-Hallaj: A Dramatic Narrative, by Herbert Mason |
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Early Islamic Mysticism: Sufi, Quran, Miraj, Poetic and Theological Writings (Classics of Western Spirituality), by Michael A. Sells |
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Music of a Distant Drum: Classical Arabic, Persian, Turkish & Hebrew Poems, Translated by Bernard Lewis |
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The Passion of Al-Hallaj: Mystic and Martyr of Islam, by Louis Massignon / Translated by Herbert W. Mason |
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Perfume of the Desert: Inspirations from the Sufi Wisdom, by Andrew Harvey / Eryk Hanut |
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