You must marry your soul. 
 That wedding is the way. 


Every rose that is sweet-scented within,
That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.


 Die, die, die in this love. 
 If you die in this love your soul will be renewed. 


With every breath
I plant the seeds of devotion - I am a farmer of the heart.


 I will soothe you and heal you. 
 I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns. 


My arrow of love has arrived at the target.
I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.


 My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless, 
 ‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. 


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Mixed Media Illustration, 2014

Yaviz Basalamah

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