You
who
through my painting,
Looks at yourself
You
who
adds a million new paintings,
on the infinite canvas of your creation,
and brushes off a million old ones
every moment,
You
Who
With your gorgeous brush,
Paints on the canvas secrets,
before the first day of creation,
and of eternity's secrets too,
You
Who
on the tablet of my heart paints,
thestories of my separation,
and the stories of my union too,
You
Who
breathes life into bees and singing birds,
Who breathes sound in flute reeds,
To sing happy welcome notes for me,
Bees, crickets, birds are naught but, created to sing to lure me back,
These lines carry meaning and message,
For those who desire to be in pure love for their lord
Mykoul
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