When in ITs Name opened my eyes to behold ITs Majestic Beauty, Found
ITs Beauty veiled by my Self


Kahjoo Kermani

Without A Trace
http://www.untiredwithloving.org/khajoo_without_trace.html
Divan: http://www.untiredwithloving.org/khajoo_introduction.html

Sufi poets did not write their poems on paper, their trembling hands
wrote the verses upon their own cerecloth. Sufi bequeathed to
future--that is us today--these poems, the ashes of a lover charred by
the smoldering flames of Divine Love. No more no less…

Midst their ashes if you look for other than Divine Love you shall
find poems in books, yet if you look for unrestrained untired loving
you shall find your Self's ashes blown away by the gales of
everlasting love.


--DARA The Eyeless Lion