-- At One With the One -–

John Herlihy

Sufi mystics never make claims,

Sacred visions the mind contains.

True mystics never ask who am I,

Surrender as bloom the only reply.

Their mantra to repeat the Name,

They hold all the world in disdain.

The vibration a rhythm to savor,

This psalm has immortal flavor.

In whiffs of a heavenly garden,

No need for an earthly pardon.

Hear music of celestial spheres,

Enchantment to produce tears.

First a stranger, and now friend,

He pours out his faith to extend.

Sublime thought ever inspired,

To fulfill one’s destiny acquired.

An inner eye is from light spun,

Only to be at one with the One.

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(c) John Herlihy 16 December 2018