The Mirror of Lost Sees: Theophany
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The Wound is Where the Light Enters"
"The Mirror of Lost Sees: Theophany"
The You in me
possessor of knowledge
heir of the prophets
I Am, the friend of He
the me in You, waits patiently
watching you unveil in
the Mirror of Lost Sees
The Possessor of Unveiling
unseen You are in the mirror
walking corridors and highways
within Me, I Am
returning barefoot Home
walking on burning coals
set along the common road
by those warring brides
soap boxes set high and clean
competing saintly hypocrisy
religiously the learned scholars
look towards the Sun
for an unknown face
with one name
What burns inside
a body of limited time
hidden deep behind
the windows slowly opening
Truth sees watching soulfully
this is where the face is found
too bright to see
wrapped and shrouded
interred eternal
within You
I Am You
that I am
and You
are Me
Theophany
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"One day Rumi was reading next to a large stack of books. Shams Tabrizi, passing by, asked him, "What are you doing?" Rumi scoffingly replied, "Something you cannot understand." (This is knowledge that cannot be understood by the unlearned.) On hearing this, Shams threw the stack of books into a nearby pool of water. Rumi hastily rescued the books and to his surprise they were all dry. Rumi then asked Shams, "What is this?" To which Shams replied, "Mowlana, this is what you cannot understand." (This is knowledge that cannot be understood by the learned.)"
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2020
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