We each have our own path to this temple.
From 10,000 directions we return
like sparks to the silent explosion,
the Beloved's face.
Every one of us cries, "O, it's You!"
and the Beloved answers, "O, it's You!"
in the mirror of annihilation.
Every language, every land,
has a word for this, and it is always
the word for the Heart.