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Within the eternal realm I saw that which I saw
Freed from my Self yet reaching to my true Self
By myself 
Within the solitude with That Beloved where
I said wordless and as well listened earless
The sun of Oneness from the east of my beingness
Risen whilst nothing left save a particle in and
Of myself 
Nonetheless that door which unopened for anyone ever
The secret of Azal, from ITs Grace, bestowed a key 
Once my Self faded away my fellow companion the Araqi
Jumped off the nest of Oneness with no wings and feathers
By myself 
When ‘I’ was busy taking the photos of these Haitian street children,
less and less of ‘I’ was remaining and more and more of my true Self
was reflecting from the rustic Haitian mirror: sometimes it was my Self
gingerly smiling at the camera and some other times my Self and friends
unaware standing in the middle of a rush hour… But at all times none of
these were the reality hence the anguish and hapless melancholy.
If the I-ness is removed then my Self and the Haitian lost children
even the driver or the passengers jammed into a tap-tap (taxi), all or
none, one or nothing, an indivisible ensemble, a collective forming a
vector pointing away from the human reality and comprehension whilest
so truly pointing towards the Divine Oneness.
Now that ‘I’ am gone lets await the luminous manifestation of the
Divine Beauty, ‘That Which’ tiring the staring eyes drowning the
thirsting glances, only the glimpse of ‘That Which’ can bring forth the
final amnesia: Shall never again remember the lost faces of those
Haitian children and shall never again remember ‘I’ or even my Self.
 The noblest endeavor in Sufism is to behold one’s Self exactly as
it was created by Allah. More than often this becomes possible when you
see your true Self’s reflection off the mirror of those around you.
Please, my love, look closely at them…
 The fictitious character called ‘I’ is a virtual existence of a
sort: ‘I’ do not have to be and most probably ‘I’ was never though ‘I’
marvelously pretend to be. ‘I’ am not much more than a simulation
subsisting/executing upon the Divine Oneness.
 What Sufis called Secret is not of this world, and the unearthing
of which has no process e.g. via learning or searching, it is a Divine
Endowment upon the lucky chosen few. Azal is a prophetic term, a Sufi
code word, signifying the other sempiternal universe where there are no
transience, causality, passage of time, beginning or end not even right
vs. left or then vs. now!
 Once I-ness is done away with, when there is no more ‘I’ then Dara
is a third person—an out of body experience of a sort. Maintaining this
state requires a courageous action something likened to jumping off a
nest by our poet Araqi. My love it is time to jump off this nest, I
cannot bear looking at these Haitian children, they are thorns in my
eyes and now that their pain closed my eyes shut at ‘I’ lets jump off
when I am gone so shall be their pain gone as well and free they shall
meadows of beautitude, and all that is impossible unless by the grace
of That Beloved.