Let them try to imprison Him in temple, mosque and church!
The seeing eye finds the Beloved’s signs in every mote.

Very near your heart are seekers of your vision;
Those who look at the surface are exiled from the Beloved’s Light.

What can I say of the grace he showers on me within?
Darshan, the moment I close my eyes, the Beloved’s Light begins.

— Darshan Singh, Poetry Website: http://LovesLastMadness.com


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