Division regresses—
a shadowed recoil into multiplicity's cave,
shattering the Rope of God
we were commanded to hold as one,
draining unity like dew
from the rose of union.
In society's loom, it rends the living warp,
fraying the golden thread
into orphaned strands.
In the soul's hidden vault, it casts
a subtle veil—illusion's shining disguise—
eclipsing the Baseerat's eye, the singular Point
where all dualities dissolve into the Infinite.
In the self's mirrored maze, it kindles strife
between Adam and Iblis,
multiplying the ego's mirage
across a centerless void.
Unity progresses—
a theophanic blaze in fana's forge,
transmuting shattered shards
into the One Mirror,
revealing within division its hidden treasure:
a strength that beats like the heart of the cosmos,
a clarity that flashes like lightning of gnosis,
and remembrance of The Peace—
the Unmanifest Womb,
the silent, all-enfolding divine Whole,
where forms dissolve into formlessness,
and waves dance
to the Ocean's dreamless depths.
—MyKoul
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