If one traced the source of the sweet morning rays, upon arriving at sight, their soul would set ablaze. If one understood the mercy of the misty dew, they would steadily, but certainly disappear in the truth.
What if one were to lose themselves in prostration?
Dissolve as light within light and fade in reflection
If one were to pay attention to the emblems of Your essence
The heart would sink in love as it comprehends Your presence
What if the battles of my inner levels that surge
Were to collide and attain peace as they merged
What if You approve the request on my tongue
And accept this attempt to worship, my Love
To somehow give thanks for all of Your blessings
When this beggar just wants to indulge in confessing
To partake in this conversation is just so unnerving
For my Love, I know, I am truly undeserving
To request compassion when arrogance has weight
To not read Your signs, but claim to have prayed
To live without grace, unlike the flowers that bloom
Devoid of mercy, unlike the clouds that move
If one traced the source of the sweet morning rays
Upon arriving at sight, their soul would set ablaze
If one understood the mercy of the misty dew
They would steadily, but certainly disappear in the truth
They’d discover the path and lose themselves in prostration
Dissolve as light within light and fade in reflection
The senses would discern the emblems of Your essence
The heart would sink in love as it comprehends Your presence
