I searched for God in temples made of gold,
I asked the stars and every wandering wind;
I read the scrolls that prophets had unrolled,
But found no trace of what I hoped to find.
Then looking deep within the human breast,
I saw the Friend was sitting on the throne;
The seeker and the sought are both at rest,
For in the One, no "other" can be known.
The drop is not the ocean, yet it holds
The salt and surge of every crashing wave;
The secret that the universe unfolds
Is hidden in the love that makes us brave.
Break the ego’s glass and let it fall,
To see the Face that shines behind it all.
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