not with these weary eyes of dust,
but with the eye that burns behind the veil.
I said:
Who are You?
And the answer came
without sound,
without letters,
without distance.
You.
Not you the name,
not you the body,
not you the passing shadow.
but You
when the “I” is gone,
when the mirror is clean,
when the lover disappears
and only Love remains.
For what is the heart
but a doorway
where God knocks from within?
And what is the seeker
but the veil
pretending to search for the Face
that is already looking through him?
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 11:33 PM UTC
not with these weary eyes of dust,
but with the eye that burns behind the veil.
I said:
Who are You?
And the answer came
without sound,
without letters,
without distance.
You.
Not you the name,
not you the body,
not you the passing shadow.
but You
when the “I” is gone,
when the mirror is clean,
when the lover disappears
and only Love remains.
For what is the heart
but a doorway
where God knocks from within?
And what is the seeker
but the veil
pretending to search for the Face
that is already looking through him?
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