A quiet surrender,
To the nectar
Of truth.
We live our tales,
Of truth and untruth,
Justice and injustice.
But to the divine eye,
The one most beloved
Is the one most ready
To offer itself
To the calling...
The caves, stones
& fire...
All seem alive
In a moment
Of beauty
& praise.
All that lives,
Must perish
Only the one,
Witness above,
All.
The stone slabs,
Speak of eternal
Living.
Not undead,
Shadows...
That we mistake
For being alive.
End
Subject: This poetry explores themes of self realization and self love with spiritual undertones sprinkled with the sufi way of life.
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