I long to be the very child,
The firstborn,
As I was on the day of Alast.
To travel across time,
Searching far and wide—
My Father, who asked:
'Am I not your Father? '
To grasp the command
That resonates within me,
To see—
It's not me, nor He,
But the essence we share!
The command itself,
A hidden secret,
Locked within my soul—
Undisclosed,
For it would shatter worlds
That I must defend.
Oh, so true,
I am born of the Father,
And the Father is born of me.
The melody of unity
Will guide me through
The fog of duality.
O Gnostic Mansur,
Teach me your way,
And I shall teach others—
Those who have the eyes to see,
The hearts to grasp
The wisdom of unity.
MyKoul
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