Forehead resting, water staring
And I’m breaking away, breaking again
Away from the Source
Thunder claps and hands held tight
And I’ve let go, let go of the Source
Voices echoing with melodious tones
And I’ve yelled away, yelled away at the Source
Pens stroke their way across my fingertips
As I try to escape, escape from the Source
And it melts on my Tongue, glides my throat
And floats on my heart
Quenched desires and clenched fists
The limbs submit and try to resist
Perched high are these wings of love flying
Flying towards the Source –
You are the Source, O You are the Source!
Show me shukr and show me light
Take me on this path of the Unseen
Open the doors, the doors,
The doors of the Source
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