Veil Of Colors Poem by Asad Ali

You are a prism caught in the breath of the Infinite, scattering the One Light into a thousand hues. This dance of colors is the pageantry of your soul—its virtues, its wounds, its dreams—spun like banners in the wind of time.

There are those who come to you as quiet thieves, drawing out your pigments until your being pales; they are the appointed lessons, the chisels by which the Beloved sculpts away your excess.

Others arrive as mighty illuminators, clothing you in their own magnificent spectrum, until your soul stands robed in colors not born of you; they are the great teachers, emissaries from the Hidden Court, entrusted with the widening of your inner sky.
Yet beyond them all, there is the rarest one—the true Seeker of Seekers—who will not daub you in new shades nor rob you of the old, but will rend the entire veil of colors itself. In their gaze, all hues collapse into the primal light before the first dawn.
This is the light untainted by shadow or spectrum—the radiance that was yours before the weaving of worlds. It is here, in this blinding simplicity, that the soul recognizes its Source and calls it by its one rightful name: Beloved.

— Asad Ali