There is a secret;
The Secret of secrets
Beyond the imagination of our impure selves
There, lies all my unknown self
For I am a mystery yet untold.
Here, I am
But seen to be there.
There, was I
But not seen nor heard.
I was looked at, but not seen
I did not speak, but I was heard
I was not looked at, but I was seen
I was not heard, but I was listened to
This shadow is not mine but this body's
For I am not this body but this soul
—Jibril Abdulmalik ©2019
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
There is a secret;
The Secret of secrets
Beyond the imagination of our impure selves
There, lies all my unknown self
For I am a mystery yet untold.
Here, I am
But seen to be there.
There, was I
But not seen nor heard.
I was looked at, but not seen
I did not speak, but I was heard
I was not looked at, but I was seen
I was not heard, but I was listened to
This shadow is not mine but this body's
For I am not this body but this soul
—Jibril Abdulmalik ©2019
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