When a lover loses himself in love,
He proclaims: I am the lover and the beloved both,
Lose the sense of "being lost" -
That is the real detachment in truth.
Detach yourself completely from the earth,
Rise above -with nothing else -to the skies,
You will meet your lord, the originator,
He shall shower upon you the rain of mercy,
Your garden shall then bloom with flowers of love,
And shall give forth the fruit of peace
Mykoul
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