Reminiscence

From each a mystic silence Love demands
What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts,
In love no longer ‘thou’ and ‘I’ exist,
For self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul
Behold the friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
will find the secret of them both, is Love.

“Love with my Soul”