In My Soul — A Beautiful Poem on Divine Love & Prayer

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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 region of love where the 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.

~ Rabia Basri

We search for God in different places of worship, but He is found everywhere…Photo by Jaime Reimer

This is perhaps one of the oldest Sufi poems by one of the first great Sufi mystics: Rabia.

And what a beautiful poem it is.

Rabia is talking about a “place” deep within the soul that has no definitions or boundaries. This place, if we can even call it that, transcends the meaning of place…