The Morning of the Soul

When the sea of the mind begins to still,
And the waves of thought come to stillness,
Visions of wonder drift into view.
Amidst the soul’s stillness, a new creation appears.
Earthbound sea and heavenly sky merge into one.
Heaven’s bright star dawns in the deep.
The sleeping soul awakens, creation’s morn to greet.
A song is heard, sung by a voice so sweet and pure
The angels weep for gladness!
The heart’s sad pangs of longing and all earthly madness,
Are swept away by sweet winds of love,
The gentle breath of creation’s Lord,
The one, the true, Beloved.

— Bhai Din

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