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Do not consider yourself so important, O Kaaba,
for I see the Beloved in every district.
With my lips placed firmly upon the Beloved’s,
braid and curl no longer entice me.
Resting in the embrace of the source of all motion
I no longer feel a need to search and explore.
Nor does concern for discussion remain:
the Beloved speaks to me about myself.
When I shook off the dust of selfhood
I saw that nothing remained of me but Him.
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