What I Mean
When I sought Him from Him,
I kept going back and forth,
With Him, to Him, for Him,
Within myself at last,
He was there all along;
How strange! I cried,
He had Concealed,
Himself from Himself,
No mortal thought can realise,
What I mean, what I say
Mykoul
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