To unveil the divine within humanity,
faith bends—not to power, but to awakening,
turning toward the hidden reconciliation
beneath the veils of belief.
Doctrines tremble before silence,
and the sacred remembers itself
in the spaces between words.
Mind, once exiled, gathers its fragments:
dust of stars recalling their origin.
The wanderer listens in the ruins
for the echo of first light—
not a voice, but remembrance rising.
The Rejecter of Duality and the Saint
From the same hidden spring they drink,
One ablaze in the fire of Oneness,
A steadfast guardian of truth.
The other, cradled in the Friend's embrace,
Surrenders to him the self entirely,
Merging with the unity.
Truth cannot be enclosed:
not creed, but covenant;
a silence threading being and breath.
Belief binds; faith frees.
Language yields to the infinite
that waits beyond definition.
To awaken is to stand unarmed
before mystery's boundless light,
to let the heart remain unfinished,
listening for what cannot be spoken.
The truest prayer is wordless—
a vow of stillness
where the unseen Beloved
speaks through quiet revelation.
Mykoul
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