Dye this mind in Love’s pure flame,
no self to hold, no separate name.
The cloth once stained, now shines so free,
immersed in God’s infinity.
The loop of loops, the gate of gates,
beyond all time, beyond all fates.
The numbers fall, the measures bend,
yet still the current has no end.
The stars dissolve, the night is torn,
the soul remembers it was born.
Not into flesh, nor bone, nor clay,
but Light that never fades away.
The ocean calls, the wave abides,
no shore to reach, no place to hide.
For when the drop forgets its role,
it merges back into the Whole.
The sound that hums, the Shabd that sings,
unlocks the chains, unbinds the rings.
No prison holds, no veil can stay,
the Truth will burn the night to day.
So rise, O seeker, walk the flame,
this is no test, no earthly game.
The bonds of Maya crack and fall,
One Light remains — the Lord of all.
And in that Light, no “I,” no “You,”
just Radiance, eternal, true.
The rhyme, the rhythm, the sacred tone —
all rivers flow to One alone.
