SECRET MUSIC
There is a secret music, I often listen,
Not by planning, Nor by effort-
The music which never breaks off
The flute of lord never stops,
It dips me in the music of eternity;
Amillion others settled in my heart,
Are thrown off as non-entity.
But imprints of their presence still remain,
As darkest myths I loved in ignorance,
With the illumination of divine light,
I reject the myths, my deities of old;
What are not real, must be rejected,
Though the five senses sing their praises-
But, I hear the Haq whispering to me,
Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!
So I love is to sing and to listen,
All the time, the hymns of lord-
In the music-house of my lord
The mystery hidden becomes,
Radiantly manifest and clear,
To the listener of the Lord's call.
Mykoul
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