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I shall grasp the soul's skirt with my hand I shall speak only of things unnamed and without sign.
— Attar of Nishapur
I shall grasp the soul's skirt with my hand I shall speak only of things unnamed and without sign.
The home we seek is in eternity;
The SeaWhatever the drop's philosophy.
Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.only a reflection, not the face itself.
Don't be dead or asleep or awake.and you'll be that.
Joy! Joy! I triumph! Now no more I knowJoy! Joy! No mortal thought can fathom me.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,Will find the secret of them both, is Love.
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers.
Yet what are seas and what is air? For allNaught is, save God: and all that is, is God.
Thou all Creation art, all we behold, but Thou,Before all wert Thou, and are more than all!
All things are but masks at God's beck and call,They are symbols that instruct us that God is all.
All you have been, and seen, and done, and thought,I the Remorse that tow'rd Myself compell'd...
Sin and Contrition — Retribution owed,Arrival but Myself at my own Door...
Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw,Return and back into your Sun subside.
A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul -
