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Who can tell what miracles Love has in store for us If only we have the courage To become one with it? Everything we think we know now Is only the beginning Of another knowing that itself has no end. And everything we now can accomplish Will seem derisory to us When the powers of our divine nature Flower in glory and act through us. -- Iqbal, Sufi mystic** ** this poem is dedicated to my dear sister in spirit, Hanneli Francis 1968 - 2007 |