The Window of the Soul

The soul has its own ears, which hear what the mind cannot comprehend. Speech is sometimes pain, but when a beloved companion is found, silence itself brings the deepest peace. The beloved blooms from within the heart—what other union does it need besides itself?

Between heart and heart lies an invisible window; they are neither separate nor distant. As two lamps, though apart, become one in the stream of light. Love's call always comes from both sides—when the lover calls, the beloved answers. One hand alone cannot clap; as the thirsty cries out for water, so too does water cry—"Who will drink of me?" This thirst is the soul's magnet; we are his, and he is ours.

Hidden from eyes and ears, the soul's story can be told in silence. One can smile like a lipless rose, exchange feeling without words. By holding hands, one can hear every heartbeat. Thus union happens in silence, where fate writes our story in a language without sound.

This journey requires three keys—humility, knowledge, and love. Without them the path remains incomplete; with them comes blessing as companion.

Man seeks to gather all knowledge from books outside himself, yet never reads within. He rushes to mosque and temple and church, yet never enters his own heart. He battles the devil each day, yet never fights his own pride. He tries to grasp the invisible in the sky, yet never holds fast to the truth within.

Love means finding the key to the heart. Once that key opens the secret chamber within, there is no need to return outside. Then the lover imprisons himself forever within the beloved's heart.