in my soul - Rabia al Basri

In

my soul

There is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church

Where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is

Illumined nothing,

Where ecstasy gets poured into itself

And becomes

Lost,

Where the wing is fully alive

But has no mind or

Body?

In

My soul

there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,

A church

That dissolve, that

Dissolve in

God.