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Yet never qualify me (from The Poem of the Sufi Way)
Yet never qualify me as a companion near, which I regard an outrageous crime severing the rule of union.
For my arrival is my parting, my nearness, being far; my loving, my loathing, my beginning, my end.
By "her" I alluded to myself -- and I meant none but me; for her sake I stripped off my name, namesake, and fame,
And set out far beyond where those before stood still, where minds went astray on accustomed paths, died and disappeared.
I have no attribute; that is a stamp, as a name is a brand, but if you must, speak of me allusively or with metaphor.
I ascended from "I am she" to where there is no "to," sweetening my existence by my return
From "I am I," for an inner wisdom and outer laws to begin my call.
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