I am calling to you from afar:
Calling to you since the very beginning of days.
Calling to you across millennia,
For aeons of time —Calling–calling . . .
Since always . . .
It is part of your being, my voice,
But it comes to you faintly and you only hear it
“I don’t know,” you may say.
But somewhere you know.
“I can’t hear,” you say, “what is it and where?”
But somewhere you hear, and deep down you know.
For I am that in you which has been always,
I am that in you which will never end
Even if you say, “Who is calling?”
Even if you think, “Who is that?”
Where will you run? Just tell me?
Can you run away from yourself?
For I am the Only One for you;
There is no other,
Your Promise, your Reward am I alone–
Your Punishment, your longing
And your Goal . . . .
— Irina Tweedie
I offer this with grateful acknowledgement to Irina Tweedie, poet and author. It was published in “The Call & The Echo,” by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, Copyright 1992: The Golden Sufi Order.
The writing invokes something that pulls me to a Higher Self, perhaps the Highest. And I thirst for more.
If anyone should come in contact with the author, please express my soul’s deepest appreciation.
— michael j