The hidden truth following love's lead,
Brought forth itself in the human form -
As his living proof,
As long as the ocean hadn't emerged -from the unseen,
How could it show of it's pearls -
lying in its depths,
We are the drops of this fathomless ocean,
The ocean of Truth - my origin -which I adore,
Take me back in your vastness please,
I won't ask of the houris of heaven any more,
But, distance grows longer and longer,
The mirage goes on expanding endlessly,
And deludes me into believing that it is water,
No matter how great the delusion,
I'll keep on searching the water tirelessly,
The ocean of truth is constantly calling me:
Come, come on,dive in, and be together with me,
I hear this lovely call, calling deep in my soul:
"The drop is nothing until it remains out of the ocean",
I got the message and began to chant,
The lover is nothing, the Beloved is all
Mykoul
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