Peace, one and all…

Bewilderment and Delight 

You have no form
and no image by which
I might hold You in my hands
to draw You close to my breast.

And so,
all forms are Yours
and my every image is as a mirage,
like mist before the rising Sun.

You are bewilderment and delight,
and beneath all these things
You are love’s unfolding mystery:
sorrow and joy, separation and reunion.

Thus, a fool have I become.
Aye, my Beloved!
And for all my mistakes,
I am happy that it should be so.

Abdur Rahman, 2nd August 2008