I said, where is your house? He said to me,
I am the builder of houses, My house
Is man—man is my secret, I his own.
I am not housed in frame, great is my name.
I am omnipresent—the light of
Muhammad in all things, in everywhere.
I said, how can I see you? He replied,
Man is my mirror, I am his mirror.
The prophet says: The believer is the
Mirror of the Believer.
I said, how are you? He said, I am beauty
Hidden in man. When I unveil my face,
You shall remember, born of mother you,
And mother comes from God—mother is soul.
I said, who can enter your kingdom, Lord?
He said, no one shall enter my heaven
Unless he's born twice, by my will, my leave.
I said, what is my reality, Lord?
He said, your reality is I—your
Eyes cannot see me, but your soul can see.
And the soul is from Allah. Hear the soul—
One who sees me, sees Allah.
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