O pilgrim who visit the Holy Land
I’ll show you heaven in a grain of sand
Why traverse deserts, why confront the storm
If within you resides the formless form
Of the Beloved? If he’s in your heart
Your pilgrimage has ended where you start.
So, from that garden did you bring a rose?
You saw the house of God, now just suppose
Arriving at a house unoccupied
Will leave the pilgrims’ thirst unsatisfied
Remember Hajji wherever you roam
His love will have to make your heart his home.
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Metanoia || Poems Collection
PoesíaMetanoia means the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life. This is collection of poems all around the world. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. An...
