I ask myself to know thy name,
life will smell fragrant like rose and jasmine.
Come from outside into your inn,
then you can see your true self,
your ancient dream.
When you know your name,
then you must alone come out of your inn.
In the world outside,
you will see your name inscribed
on every thorn and rose.
No other names save your own name.
It is not your physical body that bears the name,
will it respond on your death to your shouts,
when you call it by your name?
It is your true self that holds your name,
the true hearer, the true seer, the true speaker indeed.
'Hu' is its true name.
MyKoul
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