The imagination’s words flow,
What does your heart say?
Searcher: What did my heart say to me?
Searcher is digging inside him, and his soul whispers to him,
“Searcher, the Miracle Creator is with you.“
Searcher: Did I imagine? Or was it real?
Searcher is digging inside him, he looks everywhere, and he finds nothing is suspicious.
Searcher: Surely, I have heard something inside me has whispered to me.
Searcher’s soul is whispering,
The Miracle Creator.
Searcher: I heard thrice!
Again Searcher is digging inside him, and he tries to find where the whisper comes from.
Searcher’s soul: Searcher, the Miracle Creator is here.
Searcher: Am I talking to myself? Or someone tries to talk to me.
All is silent for a little while.
Searcher: Am I talking to myself?
Searcher goes through his sacred work, and he tries to figure all through it.
Searcher’s soul: He is the Miracle Creator, our Holy One.
Searcher: I am in my head, so what have I been up to with my imagination?
Searcher’s soul: Our Holy Creator is everywhere! He is everywhere!
Searcher is uncertain with the whisper that voice inside him,
Miracle!
Searcher: Am I still imaging? Fantasy?
Searcher’s soul: Miracle!
Searcher: My thoughts whisper, He is the Pure!
The imagination’s words flow,
What does your heart say?
Searcher’s thoughts: Miracle?
Searcher’s soul: Only we know.
©️ Ismael Mansoor
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