A common space for harmonic peacemakers
there is no place for place!
how can a place house the maker of all space
or the vast sky enclose the maker of heaven?
He told me:
'I am a homeless treasure.
The world was made
to give you a place to stand
and see me.'
Tell me, if the one you seek is placeless
why put your shoes on?
The real road is found by polishing,
polishing the mirror of your heart.
by Hakim Sanai circa 10th Cent
translation from Persian/Farsi by Ivan M. Granger
truly reality is found in the heart of human beings.
Polishing the mirror of my heart.