“The world is no more than
the Beloved's single face;

In the desire of the One
to know its own beauty,
we exist.

Each place, each moment,
sings its particular song
of not being & being.

Without reason, the clear glass
equally mirrors wisdom
and madness.

Those who claim knowledge
are wrong; prayer just
leads to trance;

Appearance & faith are
mere lees in the
Unknowing Wine.

Wherever the Footprint is found,
that handful of dust holds
the oneness of worlds.

This earth, burnished
by hearing the Name, is
so certain of Love, that the sky
bends unceasingly down,
to greet its own light.”

~Ghalib