Beyond the veils of names

I am not the face you see,
Nor the body that you claim.
I am the whisper in the wind,
I am the call of the same.

Not bound by land, nor by creed,
Not by the words you speak or write,
I am the spark within your soul,
The silence that holds the light.

Moksha, Tawhid, or Christ’s embrace,
Brahman’s heart, or Allah’s grace—
These names are threads, and we the weavers,
Spinning through this vast, wide space.

Look beyond the veil of skin,
To the heart that beats the same,
We are all the same reflection,
In the eternal flame.

Do you not see in every tear
The longing for the One so near?
In every prayer, in every breath,
The dance of life, beyond all death?

We are the rivers, we are the sea,
Bound by love, set free to be.
The truth we seek, the love we yearn,
Is in the soul’s return.

I may not be here when you seek,
But my words, they’ll softly speak—
That we are one, beyond the strife,
The goal is love, the gift is life.

So when you’re lost, when hate divides,
Look within where truth resides.
I am you, and you are me—
Beyond the name, the boundary, the sea.