The moment I close my eyes, the Beloved's Light begins.
Let them try to imprison Him in temple, mosque and church!
The seeing eye finds the Beloved’s signs in every mote.
Very near your heart are seekers of your vision;
Those who look at the surface are exiled from
the Beloved’s Light.
What can I say of the grace he showers on me within?
Darshan, the moment I close my eyes, the Beloved’s
Light begins. (Love’s Last Madness, Darshan Singh)