" For your sake, I hurry over land and water:
For your sake, I cross the desert and split the mountain in two,
And turn my face from all things,
Until the time I reach the place
Where I am alone with You."
To Reach God -Al Hallaj
Kill me, my faithful friends,
For in my being killed is my life.
Love is that you remain standing
In front of your Beloved
When you are stripped of all your attributes;
Then His attributes become your qualities.
Between me and You, there is only me.
Take away the me, so only You remain
I am the One whom I love, and the One whom I love is  myself.
We are two souls incarnated in one body;
if you see me,  you see Him,
if you see Him, you see us. 
I am the one whom i love- Al Hallaj
What earth  is this
     so in want of you
they rise up on high
     to  seek you in heaven?
          Look at them staring
               at  you
          right before their eyes,
               unseeing,  unseeing, blind.
. . .
          I was patient,
               but  can the heart
be patient of
     its heart?
               My  spirit and yours
          blend together
               whether  we are near one another
          or far away.
          I am  you,
you,
     my being,
          end of my desire.
     The  most intimate of secret thoughts
          enveloped
and fixed  along the horizon
     in folds of light.
               How?  The "how" is known
          along the outside,
               while  the interior of beyond
     to and for the heart of being.
     Creatures  perish
          in the darkened
blind of quest,
     knowing  intimations.
                    Guessing and dreaming
          they  pursue the real,
               faces turned toward the sky
     whispering  secrets to the heavens.
          While the lord remains among  them
               in every turn of time
abiding in their every  condition
     every instant.
               Never without  him, they,
          not for the blink of an eye --
               if  only they knew!
          nor he for a moment without them.
If they only knew- Al Hallaj
You dwell in my inwardness, in the depths of my heart, as souls dwell in bodies.
Nothing passes from rest to motion unless you move it in hidden ways,
O new moon.
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