Wandering had seduced naive me with her stunning looks and remarkable features, taken me to explore depths I had never known of;taken my had and taken me across the seas through the arid plains between the hills to beautiful valleys and shown me the summits and the dark dangerous depth that lies ahead below the snow capped peaks.
How I never sow the thorns in her rose and never realised that I was bewitched by the devil's daughter. Unbeknownst to me I had wandered and entered the shrine where millions had passed on through never knowing that I am but a lone voyager who travelled with eyes and ears closed.
I was worshipping at her alter to her beauty till my last breath had passed and I was no more; as I had known myself.
and I heard these words
O Pilgrims, thou art where, thou art where?
The Beloved is neigh, come hither, come hither.
Thy beloved is thy neighbor, behind the wall
Lost in the desert, you are seeking and you fall;
If that lovely faceless face you once see
Pilgrim and shrine and house you know are all thee.
From house to house, you sought for proof
Yet never ascended up to the roof.
If it is the house of soul you seek
In the mirror see the face that’s meek.
If you’ve been to the garden, where is your bunch?
And where your soulful pearl if at sea you lunch.
With all this pain where is your gain?
The only veil, yourself, remain.
Hidden treasure chest, buried in soil
Why let dark clouds full moon spoil?
King of the World, to you will show
Magical shapes, in spirit you grow.
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