The eyes in the head mislead us to believe,
That we can see the things as they really are,
When the object seen is very close to the eye،
The eye does not see the object but it's blackness,
Since the nearness destroys it's light of vision
Give up looking, for there is no fun in seeing,
A thing that is nearer to you than your vision,
What connection has an eye with the pure light,
It's perception is it's inability to perceive
The bright sun in the midst of a sunny day
The sun, in fact, is it's own witness,
In this place of witnessing,
The Shariah asks me to hold my tongue,
I have much to say, but silence is the best.
Mykoul
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