Rabia Al Basri
In My Soul - Poem by Rabia Al Basri
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
that dissolve, that
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Copyright © 1999 by Daniel Ladinsky. Reprinted by permission of the author.
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