My heart has blemishes. It is because of my doubt that there are blemishes. I can confess my love and call out to the Beloved, but after a hundred times of doing this and getting no response doubt sets in. In the Unseen my heart is certain of your existence. In this world my humanness prevents me from knowing with certainty of your existence.
To question such matters is a step closer to the Divine. A man who has no knowledge of the Unseen world would never ponder such thoughts. His existence would only know of one death. There is another death that causes One to flee from this world. That One finds refuge in the Unseen resting in the arms of the Beloved.
To question such matters is a step closer to the Divine. A man who has no knowledge of the Unseen world would never ponder such thoughts. His existence would only know of one death. There is another death that causes One to flee from this world. That One finds refuge in the Unseen resting in the arms of the Beloved.
