2007-07-14
Flight.
A door was opened to them. A hundred curtains were drawn. A dazzling light shone. At last, they saw the Simorgh, and they saw that the Simorgh was themselves and that they were the Simorgh. In fact, the two made one being. Without using words, they asked him the great secret. Then, the Simorgh told them without words, "The Sun of my Majesty is a Mirror. He who sees himself in it, sees his soul and his body. He sees himself as he is." Then, the birds lost themselves forever in the Simorgh. The shadow became one with the sun, and that is all. The way is open,
But there is neither Traveller, nor Guide.
abstracity at 1:21 a.m.