Put yourself behind my eyes And see me as I see myself, For I have chosen to dwell in a place You cannot see!
Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. The entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.
Your curly hair is seduction of infidelity while your moon-face is piety, Glimpse it from the infidel's eye you'll then see bot as a source of blessing. In every moment like the Moon the venerated "bot" shows its face, Until the Arab symbols surfaced, the heart then hid its secrets.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.