I let God see God through the mirror of breath,
Each syllable eternal, beyond birth and death.
Naam in my veins, it erupts when I speak,
A fountain of Light pouring strength to the weak.
The eye-centre temple where silence resides,
Withdraw and behold how illusion divides.
Shabd is the current, it hums through the spine,
A cosmic encryption, the password divine.
The garden is radiant, but thorns guard the gate,
Humility’s the key that the Masters create.
Rumi said lose self, and the ocean you’ll find,
Drop the ego’s chains, leave the shadows behind.
I am dust on His sandals, yet flame in His hand,
The script of existence He alone understands.
Bars drip like nectar, each rhyme is a prayer,
Each verse a vibration that dissolves despair.
