1+1=3
Love defies mathematics.

In every sacred corner of thy hall,
The Cup-bearer waits, to heed thy call.
For in the chalice of eternal grace,
The thirst of souls finds its resting place.

A single drop within these yearning eyes,
Carries the truth that never fades or dies.
Within thy glance, both gentle and wise,
I see the realms where spirit and form rise.

The sacred cup, which bids the soul to soar,
Holds wisdom deep, from life's eternal core.
Thy glance, like dawn, dispels the night’s dark veil,
And calls the heart to its destined trail.

O’ Cup-bearer, whose touch awakens the mind,
In every sip, the universe we find.
The world, in drunken dreams, takes fleeting flight,
Yet all it seeks is the hidden light.

For in thy gaze, the soul's true purpose gleams,
Beyond the shadowed world of fleeting dreams.
O’ seeker, drink, and let thy heart expand,
For in this cup lies the eternal land.

I fell in love a little more to my God today.
He keeps on showing me what love is,
He showed me why He should be my first love.

I was meant for so much more,
I was meant to follow Him through the shore.

He called me to do the work,
He called me to live a life for His worth.

𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

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.

In love's vast realm, thy heart must carve its place,
For in the currents of time, none find solace in disgrace.

From ashes born, the soul must seek its course,
In a world where fleeting joy is quenched by sorrow’s force.

Let not despair take root within thy soul,
For love’s own fire shall purify and make thee whole.

Rise from the dust, yet not in vain pursuit—
In this age, let wisdom be thy resolute.

For life is not in dreams or idle prayer,
But in the courage found amidst the weight we bear.

The wheel of fortune spins, but not by chance,
In modern days, thy deeds alone give life’s advance.