I am dust particles in sunlight,
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
the falling away.
You who know Jelaluddin,
You the one in all,
say who I am.
Say I am You.
“Know that whatever is possessed of glory,
beauty, and strength
arisen from my own splendour.’’
Visions while experiencing
direct perception of God
while traversing upon
“Path of Self Realization”