By MAYA GREEN
The face, I guess is but a mystifying veil
You can’t see it unless through a mirror
A veiling of a beauty from the unseen
Of a treasure concealed, yet to be known
Alas, a face won’t show in a dirty mirror
A treasure needs unlocking from its place
Hence the veil, needs to be set aside
So that there, is no more separation
Yes, my ego self has to go
So closeness is no longer a mystery
My Lord should be the mirror
So that He only is my face, the unseen
My Lord is the sublime, the unseen
The Face awaiting for the mirror
For the mirror exists only for the Face
Nay, nothing more, nothing less
