Tuesday, September 26, 2006

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing.

where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes lost,

where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body?

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church

that dissolve, that
dissolve in
God.

By Rabia
From Love Poems From God

1 comment:

Aola said...

WoW! That's beautiful.