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THE APPROACH The world around me disappears Though at first I am unaware No chance to say goodbye Or I'll see you another time As the gate squeaks open And stones crunch beneath my feet Every other sound fades away As my ears and serenity meet With the most gradual steps I move onward My eyes fascinated by the vibrant colours So full and vivid Displacing every recollection of the dust and sands And arid lands that had before so preoccupied me My chest fills out Like the vibrant breast of the nightingale That warbles the most melodious tunes Amongst the branches and rustling leaves Of the ancient olive trees As my lungs inhale the air So clean and so sweet My senses are so uplifted I can feel my arms rising to the heavens As though like an eagle I might soar Victorious! Above this spectacular mount But I am yet to behold the still greater force That like the angels voice beckons me forth My head is raised through some unknown will And my eyes set gaze upon the mausoleum That enshrines those most precious and ascended Souls The Herald and the Master I am overcome with humility and lowliness Overshadowed by the tall and thin cypress trees That can do little to hide the reflection of light That burns so bright upon the gold leaved dome A path of stairs and turns still lies before me But my footsteps are forgotten It is as though I glide an inch above the surface As I approach the majestic tomb Upheld by mighty granite columns And paved with glistening marble slabs I take off my shoes knowing soon how close I will be To yet another realm that no hand can feel or eye can see Clasping a book of divine words between my fingers I creep slowly and silently through the heavy white door Careful not to disturb that so utter peace that I know lies therein Delicately interwoven carpets adorn the chamber of prayer A symbol of the Eastern culture from whence my Faith had come Closer I draw to the Blessed Threshold Emboldened by beautiful ornaments and fresh flowers Emblazoned by a golden sun that bears the Greatest Name Accentuated by a very particular intensity of light And obscured only by the most intricate veil That seems no more than tiny raindrops suspended in mid-air Two worlds before me I had already left in my wake And yet another did I await I kneel down Closing my eyes as my body arches towards the goal of its journey Infinite thoughts and memories rush through my mind As I strive to focus clearly My temple sets down upon the threshold I ponder for a few seconds My material existence begins to dissolve away As I repeat Allah'u'abha, Allah'u'abha, Allah'u'abha… But my voice is not heard by the mortal ear Because in this world you will find only my soul there. Written by Vincent Afnán-Murray |