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THE MIRACLE OF NON-EXISTENCE
I am the arbiter of the law of love, the live coals
For those who long for God, the fire of their souls.
I am the Guide of the one who travels to Divine
Unity on my feet of aspiration;
I am the royal plume of the soaring birds in the
firmament of Love.
I am the kindly guardian of the Ka'ba of peace and
of purity;
I am the door and the threshold of the house of
sincerity and fidelity.
I am the wine-giver of the stalwarts of the Magian
tavern of ruin;
I am the warmth of the hearts of all people, be
they believers or not.
The Sufi has no miracles but that of non-existence;
Who am I? I am the sign and the manifestation of
non-existence.
When drunk and without self, I rule the
realm of existence,
When I come back to myself, I am less than that
which is least.
With the tongue of the Beloved I discourse
without ego;
I am Nurbakhsh, the Life-giver to man and the
material world.
I was asking so much questions about mankind and universe. I stopped the day I met my Master. The Master of Divine Love. The Master of the masters. And now I am free. Free from any kind of fright. Because I know now that nothing can happen if it is not with His Will.
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Now here is another mystical poem for you, o seeker on the Path of Love!
BEHOLD!
O Physician of lovers,
behold me-afflicted, bewildered
I am dying of distress: come,
and behold the effect of Your treatment
A lifetime I've laid my head
upon Your threshold :
Take Your wretched one in hand;
behold Your own kindness!
You had said You’d accept anyone
who turned toward You:
Look at how love has consumed me in Your lane,
and behold how I've honored my pledge!
Traceless and placeless,
You have no need of the world.
Ever constant in Your Necessary Being,
behold the transformation of contingent being!
For how long, O Host, will You continue
to ignore this and that?
Gaze across Your banquet table of plunder
and behold the face of Your guest!
I am but transitory, created,
unworthy of the rank of the Uncreated.
See how remote my despair;
behold how close Your mercy!
Your tresses are my unbelief,
Your countenance my faith;
0 You who exist beyond faith and unbelief, look
and behold this Moslem!
You are the Bestower of light on all existence
the Creator of turmoil throughout the world.
The people of this world are the ball on Your field :
behold how Your polo-stick strikes them!
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