There is a garden in my heart,
a place where placelessness resides,
where the Sower of the seeds
plants His wondrous mysteries.
I'm asking to return there from
the world of multiplicity, to
the shores of His Unity.
Physicality is nothing,
the spirit, the hidden king.
Oh Maker of the mysteries and miracles of life
do not leave me to myself for even a blink of an eye
but keep me always in Your mercy
and the gardens of Your love for
verily Your beloved one said:
Angels roam the earth to find on it
groves from Paradise- and what are these groves
but the circles of His Blessed Remembrance
where humble souls chant his Light
In beautiful harmony
and find themselves, against all odds,
amidst the din of a deafening world:
the greatest miracle of all.
May we find these hidden gardens in our hearts
and in the homes of those
He's chosen to guide us back to Him
and never leave them for a moment
for that is the greatest sin,
not missed prayers, nor the lying,
nor the cheating, but the running
from Him still and the
stuffing of a million idols in the
house that is only for One.
May He, Exalted and High above all else
forgive us and accept our counterfeit ways and admit us to
His gardens- the very best end for all.
