Faults
Faults
Embrace faults
Like a mother holds her newborn
How else will poison become cure
Read the tale of your life to yourself
Forget holiness, focus on what is impure
Run from the one who claims
Complete purity
Enlightenment, after all, is not achieved
as they say, by picturing lots of light
But by traversing through the pitch dark
of each thought, desire, and it's trajectory
Once the thirst of the five senses is quenched
You glimpse the light of the Hidden One
Shining like millions of moonbeams within
The I and the me unravel into nothingness
Dogmas and doctrines come undone
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© 2019 Mo Durrani
