Basri
In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a
mosque, a church
where I kneel.
my soul
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.
names exist.
Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,
illumined nothing,
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and
becomes
lost,
and
becomes
lost,
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body?
but has no mind or
body?
In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a
mosque,
a church
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a
mosque,
a church
that dissolve, that
dissolve
in
dissolve
in
God.