An Altar Where No Walls Or Names Exist // Rabia Basri

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar
where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a religion of love
where sovereignty is
illumined nothing,
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
And becomes
lost,
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind
or body?

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church
that dissolve, that
dissolve in
God.

Trans. Daniel Ladinsky

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