I saw Light— I cannot call it darkness. A sprig of sweet basil I cannot call nettle. My heart’s door, I cannot close. Glass I cannot use to solder gold. I experienced the Lord— I cannot hide. Joined with the Self is my self. * * * Those wo dissolve in the sacred vision within, act deaf and dumb on the outside. Unscathed they emerge from the fire. Priceless jewels thus they are. * * * I searched for Him in different worlds and in six directions. Not a trace did I find anywhere. I asked Mullahs and ascetics— They were annoyed to hear my questions again and again. When I let go of my thoughts and doubts, I saw Him pervading all— and I was nowhere.

Nuruddin Rishi 1377-1440 tr. Jaishree K. Odin