Thursday, July 23, 2015

Farid ud-Din Attar - No form but His

The pilgrim sees no form but His and knows
That He subsists beneath all passing shows
The pilgrim comes from Him whom he can see,
Lives in Him, with Him, and beyond all three.
Be lost in Unity's inclusive span,
Or you are human but not yet a man.
Whoever lives, the wicked and the blessed,
Contains a hidden sun within his breast
Its light must dawn though dogged by long delay;
The clouds that veil it must be torn away
Whoever reaches to his hidden sun
Surpasses good and bad and knows the One.
The good and bad are here while you are here;
Surpass yourself and they will disappear.

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