All manifestation is a flute of the divine,
For everything that is there hymns the song of Love;
The Eternal Wisdom made all things in Love;
To Love they all owe their existence;
The earth, the heavens, the sun, the moon, the stars,
Find in Love the centre of their orbit;
Love is the language of mystic silence;
What do all lovers seek so secretly? ‘Tis Love!
Love is the subject of their inmost prayers and quest;
In Love no longer there remains Thou and I,
When the veil of duality and difference is lifted up;
There the mystic eye sees the Absolute Unity;
Love, lover, and beloved are discovered to be one reality;
In the temple of my inmost being, I listen unabruptedly,
To the melodies of Unexplainable Love;
He who would know the secret of man and the divine,
Will find that the secret of both of them is Love.
MyKoul
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