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My Master Has Planted in My Heart the Jasmine of Allah’s Name. Both My Denial That the Creation is Real and My Embracing of God, the Only Reality, Have Nourished the Seedling Down to its Core. When the Buds of Mystery Unfolded Into the Blossoms of Revelation, My Entire Being Was Filled with God’s Fragrance. May the Perfect Master Who Planted this Jasmine in My Heart Be Ever Blessed, O Bahu! You Have Read the Name of God Over and Over, You Have Stored the Holy Qur’an in Your Memory, But this Has Still Not Unveiled the Hidden Mystery. Instead, Your Learning and Scholarship Have Sharpened Your Greed for Worldly Things, None of the Countless Books You’ve Read in Your Life Has Destroyed Your Brutal Ego. Indeed, None But the Saints Can Kill this Inner Thief, for it Ravages the Very House in Which it Lives. When the One Lord Revealed Himself to Me, I Lost Myself in Him. Now There is Neither Nearness Nor Union. There is No Longer A Journey to Undertake, No Longer A Destination to Reach. Love Attachment, My Body and
