If You will, then I surrender all,
As rivers bow to the ocean's call.

One glance from You, my soul set free,
Like dawn that rises upon the sea.

Your command, the song my heart will sing,
A melody that soothes on silent wing.

If You wish, I would be made whole,
Bathed in the light that heals the soul.

Let me behold—oh, grant me sight,
A moment’s vision, a blaze of light.

For in that gaze, the veils will fall,
And love will answer every call.

Life hits different in adulthood,
A storm of thoughts,
Silent whispers in the wind.
The power to be you,
A hidden flame, glowing bright.
The power within you,
An unyielding force, taking flight.
Time with you,
Moments carved from the sands of life.
Time to be you,
Embracing shadows, shedding strife.
Happiness to be you,
A garden blooming in the heart.
Happiness within you,
A quiet dawn, a work of art.

The heavens tremble, in love’s gentle glow,
As the heart’s forgotten space begins to grow.

No words are needed, nor brush to impart,
For love lives in the deepest part of the heart.

So drink of its essence, let it rise and soar,
In every breath, in every pore.

For when love is known, the soul finds its rest,
In its tender hold, we are truly blest.

Listen—hear the whispers of the moon, bold and clear,
A voice from the depths of stillness, calling you near.
From the quiet twilight, where time holds its breath,
I rise, my soul ignited, shedding the veil of death.
From dust I rise, my spirit set ablaze with yearning,
To soar in realms where love’s eternal flame is burning.
In the depths of Being, where time and space are no more,
I seek the essence of forever, an unending shore.

I cast aside the chains of fleeting, worldly dream,
The false illusions that shimmer but vanish like a stream.
No longer do I hunger for crowns or hollow fame,
For I have found a fire that burns beyond all name.

Let not the chaos of the world distract your heart,
For it is but a fleeting storm that tears all things apart.
In the silence of the soul, where the self fades away,
I hear the voice of wisdom, calling me to stay.
Not in the pursuit of glory, nor the world’s fleeting grace,
But in the surrender of ego, I find my sacred place.

The path is not for the eyes, nor for the feet to tread,
But for the heart to listen, where no map is spread.
I rise, the tree of the vineyard; my ghazal is my fruit,
From my fruit, create the wine of the crimson root.

I carve no roads upon the earth, no trace for man to find,
But in the depths of my being, I leave the world behind.
Here, in the stillness, where all illusions cease,
I merge with the Infinite, and rest in boundless peace.