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That Lamp That Needs No Oil
I have made the journey into Nothing. I have lit that lamp that Needs no oil.
I have cried great streams Of emerald crystals On my scarred knees, begging love
To never again let me hear from Any world
The sound of my own name, Even from the voice of divine thought
Or see that pen you gave me, God, In the sun's or sky's skillful hand Writing Anything other than the word -- ONE.
I have made the journey into Nothing I have become the flame that needs No fuel.
Beloved, Now what need is there to ever Call for Hafiz?
For if you did, I would just step out of YOU.
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