in the dark beneath daylight's
uncovering and night's spreading veil.
Whatever's given you by those two
is for your desires. They poison,
eventually. Deeper down, where your face
gets erased, where life-water runs silently,
there's a prison with no food and drink,
and no moral instruction, that opens on a garden
where there's only God. No self,
only the creation-word, BE.
Poetry Chaikhana | Hakim Sanai - The Good Darkness