If you have a passion to know the mystic truth,
Set on the enemies of truth in your heart,
Set out on the mystic way,
Knock at every door of mystics,
Begging for the mystic food,
That Swan Hamsa (Rajhans) lives upon;
The pearl stones are his staple food;
Not the dead bones or carrion,
That the vultures feast on;
Collect the treasures of pearls from all sages;
The more you collect, the more closer to truth
you will be;
Your quest for more pearls must not stop;
Your urge and curiosity must grow,
With every additional pearl you get;
There is no end to learning;
The more you learn, the more you wonder;
The more you wonder, the more you drink,
From the wine cup of sages;
The more you drink, the more you shall know;
The more you know, the more truths shall unfold;
The more you unfold, the less ignorant you will be,
About your reality, about your essential truth;
When you know the essential truth,
You won't see the differences in God's creation;
The walls of separation shall crumble down;
You shall witness the single truth:
One-reality is manifest in all things that be!
Mykoul
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